Mimi and Mona's Poetry: ©Trapped in a Pearls-vs-Men Marathon

©Trapped in a Pearls-vs-Men Marathon

Mona Arizona

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the moment we first set

sight on each other,

I knew I was in for

an adventure.

your hat slanted over

to one side in a

rakish way opposite

your straight-laced self.

your outstretched arms embraced

me a bit longer

than those in the lobby

wanted to observe.

the angel in your eyes

became devilish

and your crooked smile was

a wicked grin.

the softness of your lips

pressed hard against mine

and your tongue maneuvered

into my mouth.

you could have been scabrous

but I’d have been blind.

are you capable of

more than pretense?

I arrived trapped on the

wrong side of cool

like a prop in the lobby

of your folly

Now, in the hour of our lust,

there is more of me

in parts of you than a

gutsy psychosexual landscape

And, I know that I am

cast before the swine of

gluttony— that we are

trapped in a pearls-vs-man marathon

(Malcolm Liepke, The Embrace, oil, 52 x 40 in.)