Saturday, May 2, 2015

A Little Saturday Poetry

A Balloon Fetishist's Lament

Bags of balloons wait patiently in my nightstand drawer,
Flaccid in the dark, packed tightly in Ziploc,
Waiting not for passion, or lust, for those are present daily.
Just waiting for a little time, a little energy.
A little privacy.
For a chance to stretch, come to life,
And wanting, like anyone else,
Nothing more than
A really good blow.

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