Hinges

A poem

What Hinges

Can I oil

To close the doors she opened?

 

How is it,

I can find,

So many places to hide in her

Coffee colored eyes?

 

And how does a smile

Flood the Chambers

Of a heart?

 

How,

How come the juice her body

Excretes tastes so sweet to the tongue

As it meanders slowly into

My mouth?

 

And how is it? that the velvet night

Anchors

The knife she turns in me?

Reviews

[Tina]

i want a taste! I want a taste!
beautifully worded sir.

[Shawn Purcell]

I'm sure you would enjoy it...much thanks, madam

[Shawn Purcell]

I look forward to reading more from you.