Leaning on hollowed sticks

Laid back, lazy
resting
T-shirt and panties
sweat-moistened
clinging

The fan oscillates
pushing warm air around
silken caresses stroking my legs
like feathers

While I listen to the sultry
George Michael crooning to
the plucking of cello strings
as he's kissing a fool

Shiraz on my mind
Whilst he sits in the freeze
on chill

The time has come
to BE STILL

© June 29, 2018, L. Karriem
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Posted: Jul 2018
About this poem:
it is a passage of "bad timing", that's all I have to say about it -_-

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snowcoveredmuse2
Nice read, I hear miles davis or perhaps coltranebanana
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