Friday, December 4, 2009

Poem #4

Complicated Rhyme Scheme about a Girl on the Bus
By James Bezerra

The sunlight in her skin
&
the ash in her eyes
&
the craving in your gut.

It makes you think of sin,
makes you think of her thighs
but

you stop, your fingertips not
quite
touching her
just lingering in the air.

You can’t touch her here,
but you want to touch her there.
but you don’t want the fight
that will start if you’re caught.

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