Monday, March 2, 2015

Keith Wesley Combs - One Poem

Parfait-.
 
yes
perfect.
parfait-
ideal.
your mind
and your soul.
perfect
a creation
of sure grace
by the most
intelligent being of all.
 
yes
brilliant.
to the touch.
to smell.
to taste the sweat
licked
from your glistening lips.
brilliant-
eclatant.
like the day
turning into night.
like the dead
rising in paradise:
your radiance
(I hope someday)
will show its face
again
and enter
into my life.
 
 
 
Keith Wesley Combs is a union painter who likes to write poetry and short stories
in his spare time. His work has been published in Struggle, Main Street Rag, Dead Snakes,
Atlantic Pacific Press, Pearl and many more.

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