The Words That Their Poets Came
Words that burn infinitely burn for women:
Lochs of women, virgins breathing and snorkeling both
Above and beneath the sea:
Women of green and amber eyes, like the resins of super holy
And Christmas trees:
Women I was afraid to share the stares of, so I skipped
High school and listened all day sweaty and hyperventilating
To the lions choosing their mates,
Just as not much later the women chose theirs:
Then they jumped through hoops of fire in the street lights ofs
Their carnival ling bars:
And when it rained, these women stepped bare naked out into
The rain and fell in love, open mouthed,
Their bosoms bared, to the words that their poets came.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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