slinky sliced-up jeans
she takes a long drag– exhales
desire drifts off
Tag: attraction
1932s
the vamp of high school
corners meβ shows off pictures
of her grandchildren
1714 π
by her bedroom door
serpents drooping on the neck
a guitarβs snapped strings
Haibun 1
My last night. Next day I’d report for boot camp.
Wars and rumors of war, but the only matter of importance was taking off Laura’s clothes.
She, also 17, lay beside me– sweet, intelligent, scathingly funny –and crying incessantly. Hit me like a cold, cold shower.
Yes, sir, I would be the only virgin in the entire armed forces of these United States of America. Oorah! Sob.
Hooked her bra, wiped her eyes with tissue, a hug and took her home. When I got back I started putting away the Cold Duck.
Knock. Knock, knock. It was Meredith. Tall, dark and honeysome, an older woman of 20. Asking me let’s go for a drive, it’s so hot. I decide not to cry.
laughing, shifting
she becomes a stretch
of glowing moon
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old guys sigh
as summer uncloaks
the legs of women
896
long dark hair
short black dress
I’ve missed my station
681
ex-lover lectures me
on apples and oranges–
I’d rather kiss
659
a dead bird
offered by a cat
my love for you
626
pink fingernails
dappled with light
my banker offers a pen
595
she shifts, unfurls
becomes a stretch
of moonlight on water
559
perfume scented air
my flower garden hunting
for a few good bees
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531
beacon of spring
woman in a day-glo dress
waits for her latte
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519
a car length behind
embers in my rear mirror
lips like rose petals
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491
sweeping oak blossoms
and debris from the rooftop
I see her undress
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310
saxes and bones blare
bow-ties knot demselves silly
trying not to dance
297
roses of summer
simmering on a nightstand
scarlet and shadows
252
she sent me poems
I wrote her long long ago
a late winter’s read
231
too old for flirting
dig up the old wedding ring
no more summer games
212
I’m flat on my back
our nest of tall grass– thou makes
stars to shake and blur
175
deep and secluded
these woods embrace the lost,
streams dappled with blooms
Photo Β©2015 J Kirk Richards
