Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Cynic Season

is war's aftermath, scars and lines galore.
Oh one half's fine, stood the test of time,
the other,
always turned just so, an illusion of sharpness,
a smile,
that's halfway a laugh, still needs getting used to.
feigned light for the shutterbug, smile, not convincing.

Eyes, that call out to him, words unnecessary,
a face,
that warms his nether places at night,
cyber titillation is passe, or so he says.
taunt him, make him ache to seal with his,
pre-pubescent stubble notwithstanding.

Sexy, he said.

This is Poem 7 for Robert Lee Brewer's April Poem-A-Day Challenge 2012. 

The prompt for this poem is a "Season" poem

This one's self-explanatory. 

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