I wonder if it’s true

The invitation

To tomorrow’s party

The one down under

The one with wine down the back

 

A channel

An influence of animals

A Zoo Channel

One to be discovered

 

An Assignment completed

Yet just started on a statue

A sculpture from heaven

With the gaze of mystery

 

A rose with its thorns up

Protection, a front

Boundaries broken

Until I come inside

 

I wonder if it’s true

The beloved ghost’s last train

The pondering thoughts

And lasting impressions

 

An Assignment given and taken

One with ends that meet commons

One with twists and turns

From the waist to the breast

 

Sexy

Eyebrows to shout

I imagine, a navel

Navel of no other

A French kind for me

 

A brown-eyed sunset

Down from the earth, so very near

Together an experience

Every time, she wonders

 

I wonder if it’s true

If he is the one in the sea

She dances with me

I know she will wear that shoe

 

If the blue matches

The brown mixes

The painting is like a Warhol

An origin of delight

 

Beauty upon a platter

A lasting lust of crime

Danger is near

Around her curves

I can feel them here

Every bend

Every turn

 

Mind set to go

A deliver punch of intensity

I wonder if Assignments should be given

Or if he just died in heaven.

 

 

 

 

 

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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