(Sunday, January 10, 2010)
I am an enthusiast
Feeling the warm silky thigh next to mine
I wonder what am I drawing into me here
I am forever an enthusiast
I love to follow with the elite
I will never be sundered
I will never question them
I have shouldered against the best
Even the simple ones
I have felt the brunt of their froth
All my life I have felt their stones hit me
It doesn’t phase me at all
Because I live among the elite with fertile womb
Forever ready to conceive
And never to answer a question
*This poem was originally written to a prompt over at Read Write Poem.
We were to borrow a phrase or words from their wordle bank, which at
that time I thought was called a wordie. I guess I wasn’t wearing my
glasses on that particular day 😉 The phrase is “I am an enthusiast”
I adjusted the double spacing; it was too annoying.
This is the way I posted it back then.
Here is the original link: