Tingle.

Posted by Jeremy Floyd in Season on 10 11th, 2007 | 4 comments
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The cool air hit like the kiss of an estranged lover
At attention, neck hairs rose and fell
This creeping, elliptical tingle
Tinged with anticipation and sadness
Announcing with  sensual overload
the end of hated heat (whose shadows cast
fondly with warm whisper)

Welcome old friend.

  • http://dougfloyd.wordpress.com/ Doug Floyd

    Poetry! Nice.
    Pretty soon you be liking Milosz.

    or at least attending some poetry slams in the old city.

  • Alice Gold

    Jeremy,

    I didn’t know you were a poet. I love your poem. It wasn’t until the second reading and the label “season” that I realized the poem wasn’t about a fight between two lovers which ended end a make up that gave one tingles on his neck…I’m sure that was a little descriptive, but that is what I thought of when I read. Yes, I have a dirty mind….But, you have a great poem because the fact that a person can take two meanings from it defines it as true poetry….I just wish that I could be such a poet.

  • http://jeremyfloyd.com Jeremy Floyd

    The old city is dead. Long live the old city.

  • http://jeremyfloyd.com Jeremy Floyd

    Alice you are a poet, and you need to link your blog to get some good link love.

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