Radiant

A poem

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Swigs a bottle of whisky
Pert ass perched upon smooth red hydrant
Stockinged legs crossed
Shortening short skirts
Waiting for the signal to change
For the crossroads to clear
Reinforced boxes of steel make way for humans.

He lifted his tight derriere
Swinging by as he swigged his bottle clear
Filled with himself, radiant.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021

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Siva Raj

Poetry is a feeling I use words to catch before it vanishes.