i stand naked before you
fully clothed
shivering and it’s not even cold in here
if only you knew my thoughts
the unheard speeches
that curl the ends of my mouth
telling me i had something to say
then drawing a complete blank
at one glance in your direction
enough said

Published by Shon Lomax

Wordsmith, spitter of verse,vowel breaker, screenwriter always, reluctant poet most of the time. The list deserves a list. A delicious vagabond currently piping out hot dreams from a beach with no sand. Pocketing as many stories as my britches will allow. Shadow dancing with long-armed monkeys hoarding all of the bananas. Daydream believer. Just don't call me Davey Jones.

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