A Maiden’s Holiday

A Maidens Holiday short poem

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when death takes off its stockings it reveals
it has the legs of a lady.
not just desiccated femurs –
luscious calves and plump thighs, the kind
that would make noted drunken poets claw
free from the grave and wolf whistle.
this is something it doesn’t want known –
bountiful gams and a gravity-defying bosom
an impish sense of humor and a taste
for fruity cocktails and fast-moving novels –
tripping lightly down every street all at once,
photon fast dispensing touch after touch
like a débutante at a lobster tank, unable to decide
thus deciding on everything – death
is a young woman on her first solo vacation
so gorgeous every door is open to her
and all the human trinkets free for the taking

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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