Friday, May 28, 2010

fleeting desires

your eyes smile at me with silent lips.
I envy your soft features that would
compliment my lust for your touch.
you do not know me.
nor do I know you.
but what would that matter if, for a
while, our minds and bodies could be
cooled by the warm embrace of our
fleeting desires?





Poem © 1977, 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo: Woodblock by Ina Jean Garner, circa 2002.
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6 comments:

  1. Brian MillerMay 28, 2010 at 4:50 PM

    you steamed up my computer screen...
    did you draw that too? nice.
    great poem...

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  2. Tess KincaidMay 28, 2010 at 6:34 PM

    This is one lovely bit of writing, Rick. I have a thing for woodcuts and this one is ooo-la-la!

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  3. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallMay 28, 2010 at 8:40 PM

    very touching and vivid.
    loved it.

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  4. Vicki LaneMay 29, 2010 at 3:49 AM

    Very nice poem, Rick. The woodcut is a perfect match.

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  5. SuzJune 1, 2010 at 3:05 PM

    Lovely writing indeed!
    and the artwork !!
    you seem to steam things up .. sizzling poem

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  6. KatherineJune 3, 2010 at 12:22 AM

    Caliente! Caliente! Sensually stirring piece of writing there Rick ... loving this a lot!!!

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