rump ready

skinny ass cast in the sand

bright red toe nails digging

circling in the bleached shore

goosebumps forming hair raising tents

cold air tries to sustain the chill

pulled tight over my shoulders

my willing companion

grey cable knit pulled wool

my ode to dear old Ireland

slouchy long

faithfully clutched

over lean thighs and knees

defying the might of the wind

vying for control

of a spectacular sunset


quillpena June 9, 2011 @ 12:38 p.m.

Love it, nan--especially the "rump" and "skinny ass" parts. Are those your feet? I don't have a foot fetish or anything, but as far as feet go, those are pretty nice ones. Peace out, homeslice!


nan shartel June 9, 2011 @ 3:45 p.m.

thx darlin' and feet badly uncared for

and the rump and skinny ass r da truth....dang it...i want a Brazilian beach rumpola


nan shartel June 9, 2011 @ 3:46 p.m.

thx after all that yoga u have a skinny ass 2


MsGrant June 9, 2011 @ 4:27 p.m.

I think your feet look just perfect, Nan! I have "get a pedicure" on my to-do list. That was such a great poem. When you write, it feels like I am there.


nan shartel July 23, 2011 @ 3:17 p.m.

rats way 2 hot for this kind of nonsense now...melting....


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