The Political Animal

Part of a Series of Poems aiming at describing bodies.

He pats
a slow beat
on canvas so tight
it could be a drum.
His brushing fingers
leaving invisible
lines in the natural oils
of her body,
barely clinging to existence.
Creation and destruction
in the valley of her lower back.

Author's Note

Comments are good. Critiques are good. But the "why" is most important. Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

I love this one as well it is a sweet portrait of romance and desire and music surely the body is an instrument.