Twenty Four
Forever:
Poetry & Song
She
materialized before me, a twenty four forever.
She exhibited a cool heat.
Her dress was liquid feathers.
She was a solid fantasy, if there ever was one.
She
was for me a forever never,
Chances were a hundred nothing,
Positively negative,
A sure speculation.
Her
dress was an inky whiteness
Barely hiding a sharpened roundness
I needed to be forever quick
Or suffer an aggressive surrender
