"A Night-In-Gale" A Poem By Emmajinations

A NIGHT-IN-GALE.

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Swerve after swerve does nought to rinse of thought my head-
like a drowning man's clutch is the hug I gift my legs....tight,
my bent back moans a creak or two as if to
rebuke the rain bouncing off it;
first for stealing into the crevices of my fabric to make inseparable my cloth and body,
and lending the yawning cold a license; true
access to a helpless buddy.

It wasn't true to claim I didn't deserve the now and it's untidy happenings,
hadn't I made the choice that paved an asphalt to the present?
Had I glanced away,
feigned not to be aware of,
refused to consider the convulsing elements at Madam's behind for any other thing than Fat Nose's property....and the route from whence
defecate meets its fate,
if only I had taught my eyes to blur at the
appearance of her Assets
then maybe I'd still have a home wherein I tend to their filthy closets.

The wind waves in brazen fury
tilting the tree under which I sat, displacing twigs and leaves, causing them to descend in little
hurry,
and remind me of how it isn't used to having visitors sit underneath it in drenched raiment and curled up.
Determined to ruin the remnant of my few, wretched, haphazardly stuffed clothes the rain let loose the hem of its sanity and spilled
without hold,
then like the showers bathing me
the memories came back-
she had spent that day in the garden behind the
house,
letting her eyes trace the sun from behind tinted
glasses,
and unwholely hiding her massive rear lobes in
petite, see-through shorts,
a strapped pair of cupped lace held her tits-
all these I saw from the kitchen window while I made dinner,
Of this booty, I must become a winner.
Over my self I couldn't place a hold,
to have palmed her ass I was very bold.
-Nonso, Esq.
@Emmajinations