Compared to What, Castration? by Ted Sheridan

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Compared to What, Castration?

Tantamount
To the wind playing war games with my hair
or the hard rain scrubbing my face raw of flesh;
to that of the sun leaving me hot under the collar
or the ground shaking beneath my fallen arches
I find just the thought of her loving me
every bit as provoking….

2008 ©

Ted Sheridan

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Alison Cassidy (5/2/2008 3:43:00 AM)
I love the originality of your work Ted. Your poetry sizzles. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Coach Roth (5/2/2008 12:32:00 AM)
Interesting title and more...love the imagery...brings to mind so many different angles of who she is and why you feel this way...Coach

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