other people's poems, poetry

there is power in a woman’s legs

The way they stretch long and
Lean like unscented candles
The way she crosses them
Like two roads, intersecting
She pulls a white cotton
Dress over them and it
Makes them more noticeable
To me, the way she
Sips her coffee ever so
She has the face of an
But her legs make me
Want to fall down at
Her feet
And gladly do her bidding
Her legs are searchlights
They are pathways to god
Sleek and delicate as
A sigh


*Another poem from Erren Geraud Kelly. I should mention that I met this man in a poetry group that I co-facilitate for individuals experiencing homelessness in Hollywood. I am fairly certain that he is a genius.


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