Saviodsilva


Patrick Marshall
Poem

She Adds Some Intrigue

She adds some intrigue to the pallet.
Sometimes it's a wink,
a crooked grin,
a statement posed as a question,
one eyebrow arched wickedly
to just the right degree.
My, how her mind must giggle-skip to a merry tune,
one usually reserved for revving up a teenager
on a Friday night.
It plays in her head as she swerves
ever careful, by the seat of her pants
down a gleefully deserted highway,
dash board lights dancing in those eyes,
swaying, tumbling, thundering
to that wonderful, naive refrain.
What it must be like, being in her favor.
I think it's a place all her own.
oh how I wish I knew that tune.


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