Dust Commingles With Dust

Did she choose
To wear
Those shoes,
With her legs bare
To the evening air?

Look and you will find
That her name
Is as old
As mankind.

‘Tis an ancient game
Played by the bold,
The strapped-for-cash,
The rash
And those who, perhaps just
Enjoy the game
Of lust.

Perchance it is the knowledge of his own dust
Which causes man to thrust
Into an empty vessel, where his tingles
Of lust
Commingles
With dust.

2 thoughts on “Dust Commingles With Dust

  1. blindzanygirl

    A brilliant poem. I often read your poetry Kevin and I have a reaction to it but never know how to put into words what my reaction is. I know that it produces a deep reaction within me and I feel that the poetry is brilliant but as I say I cannot find the words to express this properly

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