Smoldering

Posted on May 3, 2015 by toritto

Watching you walk across the room
in tight corduroy shorts;
the cords moving
against one another

is like flint striking rock
creating sparks
which make me smolder all day
for I am the wood

You smile, knowing
you too will be warm this day;
a laundry iron left on out of habit
unable to pull the plug from the socket.

🙂

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to Smoldering

  1. ashiftinconsciousness says:
    May 4, 2015 at 01:47

    “Wild thing… I think you move me…”

    Cool song. I grew up on the Hendrix version )

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  2. toritto says:
    May 4, 2015 at 09:21

    Hi Shift! I almost put up the Hendrix version but I’m older than you!
    🙂
    Regards

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