Poetry by Jeff Green


Brief Encounter

by cricketjeff on July 31, 2011.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

She wants my tie to tie her hands
And smiles to show she understands;
She shivers when my finger slips
And flicks her tongue between my lips.

No time to dance through all the hoops,
Convention flies through loop-the-loops.
She offers all she has to give
And I accept the chance to live.

A few unwhispered words exchanged
Mean urgent needs can be arranged,
Surrender to a raw desire,
Will set this peaceful World on fire.

And when the dark and passion’s spent
No foolish guilt makes us repent;
Her hands untied she keeps the tie,
And whispers “thanks”, but not “goodbye”.

Author notes

This is what comes of reading short stories on the plane