Song’s first bar
Your eyes change
Gentle friendship
To wanton desire
Bubble forms
Around us
Room slides
From focus
Just your eyes
Fixed on mine
Just your skin
Caressing mine
Just your body
And just mine
Just us in this
Couch-sized universe
Just like love
Except I know
Exactly when
This bubble
Will collapse
This year marks the tenth anniversary of my first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular. To celebrate Iβm posting my favorite poems from the book on Wednesday nights, of course. Along with the poems, Iβll be featuring illustrations by Tammy Atkinson of Atkinson Creations.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Okay, this bit is undeniably superb!
“Just your body
And just mine
Just us in this
Couch-sized universe
Just like love
Except I know
Exactly when
This bubble
Will collapse”
What a great verse, Bart!
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Thank you, Tre! I’m rather proud of those lines too.
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You’re most welcome! You should be! ππΎππΎππΎ
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This describes the undescribable moment when two bodies are intertwined as one. It is a super-terrestrial experience when the two are far away from casual deceptive order of sensuality.
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That’s an excellent definition of “lap dance”.
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I’d define a lap dance as…
When someone pays someone to wiggle about in their lap – the aim being sexual arousal for the …lap.
Bart. doesn’t kid himself – he knows it’s a ‘bubble’.
There are all kinds of bubbles – but they are all bubbles when it comes down to it.
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Exactly!
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A great poem, and a great drawing too that illustrates the sensuality of the moment so well. Did you draw it?
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Thank you, Dan. One of the dancers at the club drew that and all the other illustrations from the book.
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