Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Not for me she said
I don’t want to end up

like my mother
I want to reach out

and touch real life
and not end up

some man’s wife
and be endlessly

at his beck and call
and she sat

by the pond
looking over

to the other side
where the woods were dense

and reached out
and touched your hand

and you wondered
if there were still fish

in the pond
and if when

you brought your rod
the following day

you’d catch any
and you liked the way

the sunlight caught
the pond’s skin

and she said
I want to feel

being alive
feel the electric of life

run through my veins
and she leaned over

and kissed you
and placed her hand

between your thighs
and touched the hardness

of your crotch
and you said

do you know how big
the fish was

that got away
when I fished here last?

And she said
no but I know how big

the one I’ve caught is
and laughed

and released her hand
and gave you one

of her stares with her
large passionate eyes

and you noticed
a lone big bird in black

moving across
the bright blue skies.

flowing candidly with subtle humor, vivid verse.

Thank you, Vincy