The Stars Jest

I hired a hooker
just to talk
of things profound
innately known
like, which hand dominates
with finesse and skill

To know another
(in a way not quite mutual)
mild puzzled humor
at my questions of need
and the trading
of energy-
the escape
of calories
and loss

Ideas less than thought
foundations for card houses
and glass
the clarity of an empty
dark well
your voice

The stars only whisper
your name in jest-
the real you
would never hear

Poetry by kyew
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 09:12

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
there is loneliness here and a searching for contentment. Well developed poem that leaves me thinking beyond the written word.

The stars do have a habit of messing with our minds, the moon does the same to me. I liked the poem, these lines stood out for me,

'which hand dominates
with finesse and skill

to know another
(in a way not quite mutual)

I don't think you would be the first man to hire a hooker for chat!

Welcome to the bay,

Smiling in my own sweet way,