Francis Santaquilani


Tap, Tap, Tap - Poem by Francis Santaquilani

Her fat, red lips
Sunk into her white face and
Her long, long white arms
Uncrossed and slid silently

Down the sides
Of her sleeveless, black dress.
From her thin, white fingers her
Shiney, red fingernails
Dripped on to the white counter top.

Tap, tap, tap,
Like blood dripping
From a leaky faucet.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011


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