A verse in the raw figuratively speaking.

Poetry in the female form
lies on paper exposed
to be painted
decorated with words
but the mind is flaccid
the pen motionless
the woman to be...
lies waiting.
Navigating the waves
of emotions stripped
the curves of desire
remain a skeleton verse.
where the enigmatic
poem dies in mysterious
circumstances
when the woman walks.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what an ending....love that last line...
the metaphor comes alive at the end.
Walks out of the poem...or the imagination...one or the other or both.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Jacob, the last line was to reflect how a thought leaves us leaving a poem unfinished, dead in the water. HNY.