Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


A life half lived


A life lived in fear
Is a life half lived.

If only you would dare – or do!
A flagrant kiss of challenge on the lips
– then on to tongue –
Will help undress the man,
So you may feel the dawn
Caress your waking self:
The blush of latent pride will
Place the cold of low-esteem
Upon the shelf of also-rans.

You’d shine! –
In oestrogenic ways that
For the moment hide beneath your skin,
Deferring yet again a shaking breast
From androgenic hands.

Involve your glands upon a whim –
Finger up a risk or two;
Stroke a chance to share with him
Atop a forward you!


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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Submitted: Monday, November 22, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, May 03, 2011

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