Fuel for my husband
The racing stripes and pale blue flames
Etched on your long black caddy-
Light me like a fire cracker.
Your square squat hands grip the wheel-
Loosely through the straightaway,
Tighter round the bends.
Stray strands of hair whip at my face-
Undeterred by my dark, cat eye glasses.
Without warning, flashbacks surge through me.
The heavy of your chest pushing on mine
The dense of your arms crushing my shoulder blades
We tighten and near the end, I can’t quite breathe
With a slight twitch of my head-
The consumption retreats,
leaving me saturated and sore.
My voice cracks and swells, you lean in-
I whisper over the motor's loud growl
All this fuel I give, it’s all yours.
This poem was inspired by this song (mostly)
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Sooo Secksy, Mrs!
Meeeeoooowwww!
I like the lyrics and the song. It has given me something to think about tonight. Thanks for that. I also very much like your poem.
I got no idea what your poem could be about...let me see you were helping him fix something?
Okay, so when I tried to play the song, I got an Invalid Parameters message and you know, if I was a Catholic kid, I would say your poem has very, very, very invalid parameters.
Gaw, Senora...I didn't know you had that sort of sensual poetry in you. Well, that's not correct, I know you have that in you...I guess I'm simply impressed with the poem.
Nice work.
Cam: I know! very good stuff there :) thanx :)
Daedak: The song just about kills me. This song is like Mr. Hall speaking right to me. I forget that for all his strong and brawnyness- well- the song says it all . . . thanks
James: Yeeeaaahhh we were doing some, um, home renovations... installing countertop and such . . that's what all that banging was about . . . ;)
Holly: Well, you can try again and with the song. But thanks, i'm quite impressed with the poem myself!
Exactly what is the subject mattter at hand, here ? Hmmmm...
Heff: um, after we installed the counterops we ripped out that one one wall in the next room, ya know, the one with the ugly wallpaper.
so yeah, that's what all that banging and shouting was about ;)
see? Subtle eroticsm is just wasted on us men...
cah luvin' makes some aahtistic poahtree, yessah.
James: then, we had to strip wall paper . . . .
GeoJoe: yah der hey, yah der hey-an so
He has square hands? Crumbs.
;op
Fantastic write.
i think someone could mistake that poem for talking about naughty stuff....
that cant be right, can it?
mo.stoneskin: i used 'square squat hands' instead of 'masculine hands'- avoid the usual cliche. and yes, it was fantastic :) thanks :)
Slyde: Again, as noted above in my comments to James, all that yelling and banging, shaking of the walls-all of it was home renovation type activity.
no, nothing naughty, i swear ;)
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