Ray Sharp

The night you dropped the jelly jar.

That time we opened the pressure cooker
to find the red beans full of cooked worms.

The way we fitted together under the comforter
and the smell of sex on my hands in the morning.

The way you rocked side to side, hypnotic,
under the fine, hot spray of the shower head.

Someone talking about an eruption of snowy owls.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on March 15, 2012, in POETRY, Ray Sharp and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Another pithy slice of life from Ray Sharp. His poem A SONNET FOR ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNIE can be read on MM.

  2. Presuppositions of twin modes in an effective realization and visualization of hypnotic romance.

  1. Pingback: New Poem Published Today « The Bard of Liminga, Ray Sharp

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