Everyone wants her, she is always for sale
Perfect as plastic, bubbly as the air that comes out of her mouth
She’s always in the grasp of my hands, I take her wherever I go
I shake her hips as they rock back and forth
Her curves are flawless, complete, manufactured
I’m thirsty for her love
She does more than touch my heart, she fills up my stomach
like carbonation
Consuming me
She is used to everyone staring at her
They desire her
like the temptation of the ice-cream truck on a hot summer’s day
This makes tears glisten down her cheeks
like condensation
Had a Body like a Coke Bottle
Filed under Poetry
Love the concept, love the final two lines.
I do feel that the lines extending the image don’t really do much; for me, at least, they were filler, clever but not genuine — “She does more than touch my heart” was actually a little painful.
Which does not detract from the fact that I’m in awe of the idea’s freshness. It’s fabulous.
Love it!! Congratulations Jill!
wow, animated words,
love the images!