poem~ Shadow Listening

Shadow Listening

quiet
in a chair curving over
sideways trying to
somehow seduce
the airwaves
that weave
past paintings framed before me

thick brushstrokes of memory possessions
tongue-tipped exchanges
secluded seduction
soft pillowed shelter
a mouth suffocating
willing skin warm cedar
chaotic bedsheets
a window frame open to the sun

the art of your voice

Nikki Lockhart

sunonwoodfloor

One comment

  1. love, love, love your poems Nikki! You have remarkable insight and I love reading them! Miss you girl, hope Kentucky is good to you! Love you, Donna

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