Pin It

Poem: Ebb and Flow 

Ebb and Flow

My sex drive is breaking up
like a bad cell phone connection.
That no one picks up
sounds like good news.
A horseshoe crab washed up
by the outgoing tide, I lie
on its sandy stage, raked
seawards, wishing for
a level playing field.
Waves of applause attend me
as I endlessly rock to and fro.
On the next beach someone’s
ringer is ringing,
or just another buoy
marking the way.

Tags: , ,

Speaking of Poetry, sex

  • A poem by John Hopper.

Comments

Subscribe to this thread:

Add a comment

Readers also liked…

Hudson Valley Events

submit event
Hudson Valley Regional FIRST® Robotics Competition @ Rockland Community College

Hudson Valley Regional FIRST® Robotics Competition

Sat., March 25, 9 a.m.-5 p.m. and Sun., March 26, 9 a.m.-5 p.m. — Five Hudson Valley High School Teams Prepare to Put STEM Skills to...

The Moonlights

Sun., March 26, 10 a.m.

View all of today's events

Latest in Poetry

More by John Hopper

Hudson Valley Tweets