Brigid the blog poetry muse dwells here War is not the Answer
RIDE A BICYCLE (Poetry in Motion)
The world appears more interesting when you live more than half way to the pole. Different voices too.
"I discovered the Theory of Relativity while riding a bicycle." ~ Albert Einstein ~
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For sale: One bed, well used
Never slept in
She used it to sort her dirty underwear
Making love to her baguette
Sliding her tongue into the raw end
Exposed by her mouth, her bite,
Tasting the sweet marmalade
It’s soft creamy texture
It was hard on underwear
Pleasure every morning turned sour
Selling her body in it’s iconic form
The business of the day.
The two of them go about together
Her love, her respect,
Flirting with the under wire that holds her
Keeps her firm in conviction
Wedded to truth
Asking for public assistance, she needs
Her husband, he didn’t like dogs,
Companions sleep near each other
Softening concrete mattresses with grace.
Rain, outside water, now friend,
Comes and goes, like the night,
Will not chill her tonight
A new friend, one intimate space,
No room for two beds or dirty underwear.