Two Poems by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Again

Again
she has a grip on me
below the waist
straightening my tower
playing her hand of cards
I reach for the dark heavens
making constellations on the ceiling
she breathes in my ear
whispers the price of slavery
turning over night to dawn
flutter of light through dust motes
her shiny hips rising
from the sea of shadows
gliding to the mirror
disappearing
again.



So Many Times

You
standing there
dressing
in dim light
bulging breasts
pearl buttons
wanting to pull
you
back into bed
squeezing the good
out of you
hoping
you forgive.


2 comments:

adele daney said...

Poems are based on natural themes and human emotions that can make anyone feel happy.

Poems

Robert Wilson said...

"she breathes in my ear
whispers the price of slavery"

I absolutely LOVE that line! Good work Jarrell!

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