WITHOUT REGRETS
Without regrets
your soft, sweet lips
nipped at my fingertips,
sipped neatly at my silhouette
slipped off my mock charade,
with twisted tournaquet,
before I knew,
shut off my phoney etiquette
unmasked my masquerade,
myself askew,
knightly reigned on my parade.
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clever use of metaphor
I enjoy your metaphors - the "knightly reigned" is very clever. That's why I like to read yours and other poets who can teach me a lot.
Joyce
metaphor
Thanks for your input...all comments are appreciated as well as enjoyable. I, too, am learning so much from so many different voices and styles. Sincerely, Ezmerelda
I like the way this is
I like the way this is sensual, yet playful.
Interesting work.
Mark Pearce
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