Poetry reading in the park....

I did it, my friends. I am getting into the poetry reading zone. I even look up from time to time, but I really don't  see anyone. Does being nervous affect one's eyesight? I read two of my pieces, one sensual camping in the meadow piece, and one rascally hitting rock bottom with my friends piece. I will be posting both on my Deborah's Poetry page. 

night-bed

come close, 

let me splatter you

with my primal perfume

bodies fuse together,

the taste soaks into

your dripping chocolate skin.

our echoes arouse

the sleeping meadow,

ears perk from their night beds.

sticky embraces smoulder into dreaming.