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Tuesday, April 26, 2022
All My Books Would Be Overdue To Get Punished By Her
How in the world did the sexy librarian ever become a sexy character? In my life I've been to a lot of libraries, because you know I love to read, but I've never seen one truly sexy librarian. I mean, maybe in their day they were sexy, but usually they are too old, past their prime, or just too snotty to be considered sexy, right? But somehow our imaginations created a character to keep us tantalized and dreamin'...amazin' what our minds can do...
sexy librarian
when at most the others looked away
you were the only one left wrapped in
tweed fingers you read books and shook
hands with the corners of very
tall still rooms.
when at least the others stopped to stare
you were a vinyl voice who drifted around
the room creating your own naratives
and desires.
hardbound covered soft themed skin
so delicately complex.
before i was younger seeking to lift up your
skirt maybe even take in a little of the
warm accent of your thigh, that soft slow
curve of your inner leg.
i remember sitting quietly staring at your crossed
legs wondering when your glasses would drop
ever so slightly.
but of course your were fictionalized,marginalized,
transposed across the room between the shelves.
flip to the back page as you walk by and
the summary goes something like this.
my librarian lady sits across the way
in between hushed lips day by day.
self literate angel with a finger in her cardex,
holy in her house with a text full of sex.
Tuesday, April 19, 2022
You'll Hear Her Comin' In This Dress
What sort of sound do you think this dress would make? Would it sound like the step of new shoes on recently waxed tile floors? Or would it sound like the whistle of the wind on a cool, summer night? One sound I do know I would love to hear and that's the sound of it peelin' from skin, there isn't a better sound...the anticipation, the coolness of the skin, the colors, the marks...all too sexy.
Tuesday, April 12, 2022
Spot On...I'd Definitely Get Sucked Up By Her
Heehee...this pick just made me think of that story where the guy is really big and the people are small, and then he's really small and the people are big because if he was stuffed down her shirt right here, he'd really be in a black hole! Heehee...I wish I could remember the name of that story, because I know it's famous and stuff, but for some reason my mind is blank right now...somethin' about travels...but I do remember readin' the part where the big people put him in their shirts to carry him around and how grossed out he was bein' so close to skin and stuff...hmmm...Google to the rescue!
Tuesday, April 5, 2022
I Hope She Doesn't Make My Allergies Act Up
This is somethin' I could wear out in the fields or the woods, but most likely I wouldn't because I'd still be itchy and too exposed, you know? But I don't get eaten alive by mosquitoes either, not like my mother! She gets them so bad, on her knuckles and knees, bites the size of dimes and sometimes quarters! She must be just too sweet to resist...but then what does that say about my blood?
I don't know what flowers are in the pic above, maybe sunflowers? But it doesn't matter, because I'm just gonna imagine they're daisies.
Yellow Daisies
Petals of a yellow daisy,
windswept on a breeze,
does he love me, soon I’ll know
what the flower foresees.
Faith in a yellow daisy,
will our love affair unfold,
or will the yellow daisy speak
of false hopes bleak and cold.
Who’d think a yellow daisy,
harbored such amazing power,
foretelling my wishes, my desires
in one single little flower
So I’ll pick a field of daisies
that’s what fields are for,
to find that special one that says
he’s mine forevermore.
~ Liz Labadie-Reilly