If thoughts were clothes you'd dress to kill your poems reveal them like fine lingerie their fabric showing how they feel your words are like jackboots and high heels the sound of your footfall echoes in my head and I'd love to be between the covers of your book |
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John - Another fine piece of veiled (sic.) erotica. Jackboots and high heels, pretty lethal combination. And the ending is right square on target. I wonder about inverting the opening line, for some reason it seems like it stresses murderous intent more than how it sits now, maybe because it's parallel in syntax or word order with the second line. Just a thought. Good one, Cheers, MJ
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Ballad Dressing!
Hi W. This piece hides its barbed innerworkings well in my view.
Beneath a melodic sentimental veneer, it appears to me to describe a rather formidable femme - one with a rigorous intellect and one certainly not to be trifled with.
For some reason the decidedly kinky image of high-heeled jackboots goosestepping a cancan in a flurry of silken, tassled skirts invades my brain when I read this.
(Too much caffeine you reckon?)
Only slight reservation is the "..to be" in the last part. There seems to be an opportunity missed here for added intimacy of just what it is you would love to be doing between the sheaths.
Nice one John.
Warmest regards
gGiddyup
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love it,i wonder if you wrote the poem around the last verse,its almost too perfect of a conclusion.
It leaves me curious as to who this writer is
great poem Wind
bye
rhet
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hey W
sounds like flirting at the water cooler innuendo, or how bout the waitress at the diner. makes me want to know the girl and her words-like jackboots and high heels, now she must be one hell of a poet.
dave
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