Impromptu
she wore hip
hugging jeans
allowing for
the means for
her panties
to stick
out
but her
midriff
explicitly
divided her
at the torso
showing both
what was
needed
to be seen was
to be seen as
part of the scene
but seeing eyes
would often be seen
seemingly misleading
she was
was a given
giving men
desired thoughts
to conspire in
forgotten
forgiveness
i was there at
the fair where
she taunted as
come on pitch
a possible of three
balls to see if she
would sink
or swim so
i sunk her with
two balls to tell
with a wail
i'm shrinking but
truly sinking for i am
not a witch
so as wet as a
drowned wolf hound
pulled her from the
drink so saying
think i implore
before you sell
your only soul
she is not
a witch but
which what
if anything
is she
to
me
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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