A Borderline

by Bruce Reisner
(12/07/05)

Her body was not wasted on any act of kindness
Red hair, magenta skin, and bulwark torso
that could lift the average man
off the sheets, if she ever did what she suggested
she liked to advance before resting
her highness, which gave more time
for the men in her waiting room
which was the space filled by her perfume
to acquaint with each other
they were too nice to fight
or force, and like me, turgid
displeasured, duped
by the genius
of knitting
desire
and evenness
among men
in her perfume

©2005 by Bruce Reisner

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Bruce Reisner is an active visual artist/writer living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Most of his poems originate from an experience that reveals facts of human nature. Please visit his Web Site here or here.