Susie seemed
To wear an epitaph
Upon bare shoulders
As we lay
Within an artists den
Night and day to play.
Her sultry voice
On each word hung
Banners from
Street to street
Susie was good for me
Tender, warm and sweet.
Her fingers long
Her hair in tails
Music in her eyes
Forbade
To delve to deep
Or need to know
Secrets that
She kept in tow.
All good things end
Despite the pain
Susie left
Too much strain
Her sultry voice
Her glowing eyes
Upon bare shoulders
Epitaphs lies.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
A sensuous poem that breaths natural in a free form of nature itself. Nicely done.
very kind, thanking you
Most welcome
Such a beautiful poem, tender is the love but so sad is the end. A complete joy to read.
Kind regards,
Tony.
very kind, thanking you and appreciated
Dude.
thanking you
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