Friday, April 18, 2008

Love Hurts

sara struts to the stage
checks that her pasties
on her double A breasts
still stick in place
The guy with the pimples,
second table out,
looks as nervous as she feels
behind her revlon red smirk,
but she's gotta make money--
the kid screams all day.
she has a nice ass,
legs like a willow,
uses her fan to hide
what's lacking up top.

his friends push mr. pimples
up front with a fiver,
expect her to take it,
shun him back to his seat.
his eyes are the eyes
of a boy she once loved.
that was a long time
before these nights at the bar.
she kneels down to kiss him,
lost in her dream, then turns abruptly
when the dj starts the next tune.


(this poem was written as a response to a challenge thrown out by Robert Brewer over on Poetic Asides)

8 comments:

pepektheassassin said...

hehe. I did one from the same prompt! This is nicely visual and filled with sensory images. Good job!

pepektheassassin said...

PS I hope you're feeling better....

JimK said...

Nice.. the balance beam of the
self-haunt and the outer-tease.
It's a got a new feel to it,
and sharp breakaways.
In a collection it would be
cool next to the other stripper
one. Showcase the personality
difference and similarity.

Pris said...

Thanks, Pepe. I'll see if I can find yours. So many in these.

Jim, my other stripper poem, THRUM, is in empowerment4women ight now. The issue changes in May. I'll have another one, Making Eve, in the upcoming one. I enjoy that journal. One of these days I'd like to do another chap.

Scot said...

could see this--great captured moment

ButtonHole said...

fabulous!

DeadMule said...

nice, Pris. Hope you're feeling better.

Pris said...

Hi all of you. Thanks for stopping by for a read!