Ian D. Campbell Poet Free verse

The Waiter On Michigan Street

The water running. 

I smelled your 
Intestines and you
Blushed. 

But you still 
Licked my lips
Regardless. 

Curls of your 
Body hair, 
Your Italian
Voice, entered
Me. 

And I smiled. 

On the stage you 
Sang with ferverance
And I adored your 
Stardom. 

Right where I could
Stare at your 
Package. 

Enough to elevate
My sex. 

And I am untied 
Now, missing an 
Ex-Lover.

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Poet Destroyer A May 10, 2013 at 6:47 PM Ian, I'm taking this moment to wish you an early Happy Mother's day. Just in case, I can't hang around the soup past Saturday Night. May you enjoy all the blessings a mother engraves in our hearts. About your poem: It is very deep, I sense you miss her, and wish to be closer... thank you for sharing. xox~ LINDA