rhymes with sweat, a sinful sound that
calls for scotch on the rocks with a twist
of a lustful mind...
Sultry calls for the hum
of bamboo ceiling fans and a heated discussion, hot with the
displeasure of life -tempered by the passion of what
is about to be played out in front of you - the scene, the silence shattered wide open
with a thundering voice, throwing gravel as it
paves its way straight to that which you want have kept
within -
and your palms sweat
across the wooden floor
walks a man -
that man who you have
only known of in the recesses
of dreamless nights
and there he stands,
the lines on his face
the calluses on his hands -
applified
by a shirt soaked, stained
in sweat -
you breathe in the moment
and know you will finally be shown
the promised land
- you will arrive,
your Mister Moses has arrived...
My God you have wandered so long in that desert.....
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010
This post is for Think Tank Thursday at Poets United.....the word is Sultry
