A Poem by Sam

He extends an invite
That resembles a hand
Offered to a child.
A generous man, he
Throws a penny to
My busking heart.


We are to "watch TV",
The only view I want to see
Is you and me, embryonic
Like birds of a feather,
I'm at the end of my tether.


The ride home is clumsy,
Rain polka dots the windows.
He calls, you tell him
You love him,
This is so endearing,
A cheater with a heart,
I am a spare part.


He gives me the best hug
I've ever had, we seem to fit
Like those marble statues
Of lovers clasped,
This can't last,
I must give him back.


The act is awkward,
He worships me, I do
But admire the view,
A view so lewd it's
Always reviewed.


You sleep while I float,
Examining your features
Your eye lashes curl
Downwards like slides
Into your watery blue eyes,
I'd happily drown there.


I'm the third party,
A role I rather like.
Dawn breaks
I gather my black clothes
Draped at the foot of the bed
Like deflated mannequins,
Black all over.
A black widow spider,
I scurry into the morning.

© 2008 Sam

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Added on August 18, 2008
Last Updated on August 18, 2008



UK, United Kingdom

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