for Sloan

(Thought I’d post another poem from Wednesday Night Regular before I head off to the club.)

for Sloan

Her eyes caress me
Glancing dangerous places
Making idle promises

Her smile consumes me
Absorbing intellect
Leaving nothing of use

Her song compels me
To the rocky shore
Of her clockwork hips

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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2 Responses to for Sloan

  1. writenaked says:

    One of my favorites. I liked the recording. :)

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