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Erica Francis Poems
It is true: My husband has never taken out
This is not a poem about passion this is not a poem about love
In all honesty
In all honesty today has been something out of the ordinary.
For a woman like me it is improper to act such things.
This is my application I plan to dazzle I plan to inspire
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Your eyes are the colour of water but it is completely frozen over and there is no way into your vision unless I somehow warm you up first
Whore wearing knickers
She strutted about in her knickers yelling maledictions at the passers-by not caring who would be offended by such a crude inturpretation
Put on a happy face
I'm happy for you my dear I put on my happy face
Kind Paris under my feet. The clack of heels
Mother may I
Mother may I throw food around because I am contrary as an infant?
A pirates tale (Not a very good poem.)
Yo ho, me hearties A pirate be I. I swabbin' the deck
For the love of
For the love of my shoe collection, this woman has heels
There is a place that only we know Where beauty is skewed Where dew is salty From our skin
Unknown words flow through my mind in hopes of reaching the light at the end
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It is true:
from our little house
in the suburbs.
taken our children
out for the night
as I sit
on the porch in a witch hat.
come home from
a long day
to a special meal
I have prepared
just for him.
told me he loves me
beside a warm fire
on our honeymoon.
But he will.