Eliza Kowalski


Lines - Poem by Eliza Kowalski

The smooth creases of character
that dress their faces are
of a seductive concept.

Idle fingers rest on courses
of flesh, in likeness of
worship.

Groping, surely, with perverse
hope to be more than
the passing infatuation of
an older man.

To be more to a man,
too afraid to say - and
with it passions lost
sourly to strangers of
familiar sentimental being.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 16, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011


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