Uneasy Rider Poem by Diane Wakoski

Uneasy Rider

Rating: 3.5


Falling in love with a mustache
is like saying
you can fall in love with
the way a man polishes his shoes
which,
of course,
is one of the things that turns on
my tuned-up engine

those trim buckled boots

(I feel like an advertisement
for men's fashions
when I think of your ankles)

Yeats was hung up with a girl's beautiful face

and I find myself

a bad moralist,

a failing aesthetician,

a sad poet,

wanting to touch your arms and feel the muscles
that make a man's body have so much substance,
that makes a woman
lean and yearn in that direction
that makes her melt/ she is a rainy day
in your presence
the pool of wax under a burning candle
the foam from a waterfall

You are more beautiful than any Harley-Davidson
She is the rain,
waits in it for you,
finds blood spotting her legs
from the long ride.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jim marvelle 07 January 2020

honest and perfect taken apart or in its entirety. nice one of hers enjoyed it.

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Imnewtothis 26 September 2018

Can someone tell me the subject theme and tone of this poem please?

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