All Natural, a poem for free verse friday


He watches her french manicure,
the flash of a golden band,
fingers pulling back
clear plastic bendy straw,
glossy smooth, sliding into
an organic apple juice box.

The child screams loud
enough to garner stares.
He's not the only one watching
animal cracker crumbs
tumble down her
button up.

Sitting in Starbucks,
both need an afternoon
sucking down
drinks, sweet to last
another two hours at least.

His wet gray eyes snag
and stick to her pinstripes
pulled tight over slim hips,

locking in on promises
drowned out by one
buzzing street lamp.

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casablancaise 5 years ago

Like it :D

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Ms.Sally 5 years ago Author

Thank you, Casablancaise! :-)

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Darrylmdavis 4 years ago from Brussels, Belgium

Enjoyed it :-)

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