Hands stroke under my sheets,
drawing lost loves
back to haunt.
They piggyback old wants
onto your cries.
You say the forever words
when your lips cover mine,
yet when I'm astride
I see ghosts
ride you, too.
Pris Campbell
(c)2002
published in Blackmail Press
7 comments:
Thanks, Michael :-)
Always nice to see that smiling face appear on my blog.
Smile or not smile. Either will work. We'll have all sorts of expressions in the shots I'm sure. The two we have so far are serious shots and they look good. Go for whatever and..again, tell your mom it's gonna be okay:-) (oh I should mention to any readers of this comment that i'm giving michael a hard time based on a post he made in his own blog..see the link to michaelparker blog in my links section)
Very sensual. The images fit together perfectly (sheets = bed and ghosts; ghost rider = past lovers and current lovers riding or piggybacking one another). Love it.
Hi Tammy
Thanks!!
Pris
Hi Annie
Thanks, and thanks for stopping by my blog! So neat.
Dear Madam - what a wonderfully erotic poem! It's just not fair - women writers of your excellence, able to explore the full erotic possibilities of words, make it so hard for mere male poets like me.
yours, A. Nerd
Geoff ..is that you? You can do it! Try.
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