loose collars

Yeoman Smith

a cracked face caught in a laugh
looming in one hundred years of nocturnal love
the pictures were the attraction
we forgot to breath
as our fingers were extended

i love the taste of a miracle
and put it in the back of a soup
immersing it in status quo

i spent too much on energy
proliferating here and there
frustrated in the sweetest pain
extending fingers in melodic hum
at the door of ecstasy

the world expanded
when i loosened my collar
negligent criminals
betrayed their friends
and forgot to breathe

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Written for:

A Word with Laurie

Write a poem with the word “ecstasy” in it

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Image Credit:  Classic Star Trek Women – Yeoman Smith