Leather-Clad Road-Warrior, Poetry by Annie Ryan


Leather-Clad Road-Warrior
by Annie Ryan

His Presence was Felt down to my Little Toes,
Which Rushed with Great Desire.
Then, the Warmth of Need Went Up and Up to Above my Head,
And Spilled like Maple Syrup over my Pony-Tailed Hair
And Down Across my Cotton Dress, all wet with Anticipation.
Down passed my Hips of Creation,
Down my legs that once ran in the Fun Runs and Women’s 10K,
Down over my Ankles
Which once were Ringed with Chains and Initials.
And, then, finally, back to my Beckoning Toes
That Twitched with Anxiousness.

All the time he just Belched his Beer,
And ran his Questionable Hands through his hair.
I can’t help noticing his Ambivalence.
There he sits…all Tattooed and Pierced.
The Leather-Clad Road-Warrior.
My love, my Desire, my Here and Now.

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