I’ll Tell You How The Sun Went Down

I’ll tell you
how the sun
went down
in a golden
bath of butter, –
it’s fire
slipped into
the small
side pocket
of my white
bermuda shorts
much like
a woman
steadily spilling
into water
when a man
is watching, –
to awaken him
there.

for dVerse & Real Toads

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42 thoughts on “I’ll Tell You How The Sun Went Down

      1. Ha. My brain spills word paths all.the.time, as well. I often think people would put me in a loony bin (the old kind, like on television, or One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest), if they knew how many strange thoughts passed through by the minute. 😉

  1. I loved the sensuousity of this, the image of a woman spilling for a “meet cute” in the shore. BTW, I resonate to that bastard Kind David, a horndog after God’s own heart. Great poem, girlie.

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