elysabeth faslund Poems
A Woman Says 'Talk Dirty To Me'...(Humor) *
A woman runs around the house all day
Thinking 'This night, I'll play,
I'll tickle his fancy when he gets home.
After all, I've cleaned, cooked, all alone.'
Then through the door her man appears
With bundles of flowers, a case of beer,
His caseload of work, and smiling still!
The woman is happy! Steaks on the grill! !
They dine with candles alight,
He pats her ass, whispers, 'Tonight.'
She's bought a naughty at a store.
Slithers into bed and hears the snore!
Slithers out of bed, smashes a plate
Loud enough to begin a debate.
The Moaning Wind
There are certain levels, where
I can adjust the bedroom
The one above my head...
So that the wind moans like...
The Ancestors in White Birds...
English moors in Winter...
Flying Dutchman's sails in
Never will the sounds made
Equal my soul's...
When you departed