FreeWrights Peer Review™

I understand your lips, the
way they press
like darts landing in a swimming
pool.

and I think I know what is beneath
your dress, well pruned panties;
some floral decor.

*
It isn't that fish believe in the
sea, its that
I am not sure if I will ever feel
what knowledge tastes of
or
how a body relates to a stone
as it sinks
into ever blinding thought.

a good, pensive piece. Vintage spaghetti, with a little garlic in the sauce.

Man I love those star things...thanks bluejay. Garlic is, of course, essential.

I wonder what 30 year old spaghetti tastes like...hmm.

andrew. wrote:I understand your lips, the
way they press
like darts landing in a swimming
pool.

and I think I know what is beneath
your dress, well pruned panties;
some floral decor.

*
It isn't that fish believe in the
sea, its that
I am not sure if I will ever feel
what knowledge tastes of
or
how a body relates to a stone
as it sinks
into ever blinding thought.

Andrew.
S1. I'm confused as to how to read the metaphor
S2. How could i not like floral panties.
S3. Some poetry in this for sure. But 'blinding' doesn't seem the right word choice.
It might just be me.

k