Caramel and vanilla
Drape the stale air
Like the cyan dress
Falling from her body

She soothes me with
Kind attention
Smiling words
Feminine touch

My eyes follow hips
Swaying to music
Up the concavity
To her teacup breasts

She dances barefoot
Leaning against me
Like a pale cello
Between my legs

This year marks the tenth anniversary of my first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular. To celebrate I’m posting my favorite poems from the book on Wednesday nights, of course.

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.
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24 Responses to Cyan

  1. ivor20 says:

    Cello music …

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  2. Sarah E Barker says:

    Very good

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  3. Lovely Bartholomew! 😉

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  4. Michele Lee says:

    Sensual poem! 💞

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  5. berniebell1955 says:

    Talk about objectifying women!!!

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  6. r.Douglas says:

    Not a wrong note here, Bartholomew.

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  7. Overflowing with lovely sensuality. 🩶

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  8. berniebell1955 says:

    Wednesday – Strippers
    Friday – Haiku
    The varied layers
    Of the Poet

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  9. So beautiful and sensual!

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