Stretched on the Horns

He sat beside
the Woman he loved
inhaling her essence
savoring the melodic
timbre of her laughter
enrapt
in adoration
of her iconic profile
aware
she had him
tied and bowed
and neatly filed
in the Friend cubbyhole
and wondered if
he were too much a gentleman
to probe the membrane
of that bubble
or too much
a pussy.

 

 

About Mark Matzeder

By education a filmmaker, by trade an electrician, by avocation a writer and sometime scholar. Occasionally I wring an essay out of some observation I have made or experience I've had and share them here. Sometimes I'll share short fiction. Sometimes a poem. But mostly it's just my spin on this strange trip.
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