Another Man's Clothes

The idea behind this poem came from reading a poem of the same title, written by Richard “Canadian Man-god” Lamoureux. Now, his poem went in an entirely powerful, yet other, direction than I thought it was going to go. I happily let him know that. So, he decided to have me touch upon where I thought he was going with his poem. Some people really need to be careful what they ask for… ;-) On an 8pm, Louisiana dream Tastes of nocturnal, July humidity Succumbs flagrant passions With moistened grip, they tease Coltrane whispers annihilate tense exhales Under concave moon She threw Mr. So and So onto Pacific Ocean’s waterbed As if she was a professional baseball pitcher Down The Middle His exuberance would shatter sound’s tattered walls. Slow grinds Chemical reactionary bliss Similar to Neutron bombs Minus the consequences Her tailored skin Ready for gripped, enigmatic resolutions But, first, She had to “freshen up” “You’re already being fresh, don’t stop on my account”, He says with Monday mourning frustration As cedar scented bathroom door shuts with determined patience, And running water with a mix of Celine Dion hums from her trained throat He stands to gather his thoughts… …until his eyes exit stage right towards her opened travel bag A pair of satin boxers & edible, Cotton Candy hand-cuffs from Target With a signed, perfumed gift tag, “Can’t wait for tomorrow, Mr. Such and Such, -Love, your Hedonistic dream” As running water came to serenity’s halt, She exited restroom with shedding curves. Her strut became dislocated, As she stared into his trembling pupils Wiping the cotton coating from his lips “Too bad you couldn’t chew your way out of this one”, The other half of the handcuffs smeared in cursive signature Against yellow-gold gift tag he hands her with unedited closure With striking slams against Louisiana hotel door Parallel to Mother Nature’s thunderous clap He exits stage left Giving almost-lover A proverbial slap ©Drake J. Eszes