Thought I’d share another poem from my book Wednesday Night Regular before I head off to the club. Hope you like it.
for Chanel
She sits before me
Crumpled muscles
Under silky skin
Awaiting attention
Of smoothing hands
She is a river
April thawing
Moaning after
Long winters
Of discontent
She is Atlas
Carrying worlds
With these shoulders
Now shrugging
‘Neath my fingers
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About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.