Poetry

Poem: Under the Stars and the Full Moon

For Jose, there was no woman

except for the one he slept with.

The one someone had to inflate

with a hand pump and muscle.

There was no one like her,

an hour glass figure,

a voluptuous movie starlet,

beautiful, realistic and plastic.

They worked well in the night

with his mangled body

and her, no breathing nor movement too.

He wished that one day

his body would come alive,

hers would enliven. too.

So they could embrace and make love

with the window shades wide open

under the stars and full moon.

©️mft

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

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