On the dance floor,
holding you at arm’s length,
Simile, with one finger,
will twirl you like the last leaf
spinning in Autumn wind.
When the song ends,
he is content with a quick hug,
a tiny peck on the cheek.
Metaphor, on the other hand,
holds you tightly enough
to take your breath,
gives you the deepest French kiss.
It all happens so fast
that before you can say “stop!”
you find yourself in an unfamiliar bed,
pregnant with images
ready to be born.
© Jean Sampson, 2014
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| A couple dancing tango Photo by Jorge Lascar from Wikimedia commons |
1 comment:
WOW!!! Love it!
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