Maybe they’ve noticed
that my gaze fixes on your face
when you’re quiet.
Maybe they’ve noticed
that you leave your hand
on my arm a little too long.
Maybe they’ve noticed
these matching hickeys on our necks,
a pure coincidence.
Maybe we should end these rumors
or maybe start something better.
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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Vampires …
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An interesting interpretation.
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“Maybe we should end these rumors
or maybe start something better.”
Whew! Okay! I love this!
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Thanks, Tre! None of the various prompts for today inspired so I had to go with a standard sexy poem. Glad it got your blood pumping.
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I was thinking a Bonnie Raitt song perhaps. ;)
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Yeah, midway through composition I remembered that song too but didn’t want to try to come up with another idea this evening. Ah well…
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Love the last two lines!
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Thanks, CB! They seemed like a good way to end it.
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I love it!
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Glad you approve!
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Maybe…
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Let ’em talk.
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lol
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