Pagosa Springs Artists

The Drumbeat

 

  pounds
  searing
  scarlet
  heart-throbs
  into my
  head,

  pulses
  nonstop
  pumping
  my veins
  full of  her
  neon flash of
  billboard sex,
  a  half-dressed
  promise of
  something
  better than
  second best,
  boom
  booming  
  throbs 
 
  robbing me 
  senseless,  
  enthralled 
  in a fog
  of female
  musk,

  her web
  a smoky
  room
  where she
  looms this
  hanging,
  dangling,
  gagging
  buffoon

 

 

 

first published in BEHIND PRISON WALLS Chapbook

©2011 Bonnie Manion

   

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