This is one of the Types of Poetry. Love has many faces. This is a poem about... believing what we want to believe.
Naked To Her Shame
by
Richard A. McCullough
She writhes there against the slick booth fabric, trying, holding up her dignity, refusing to hear, her surrender to him, to beer, but mostly to him, through the foamed swallow, for he in drunken slur, was him, the one, for there was no tomorrow, a giant slayer of her brother and father.
In the clutch of his slurred talking he was the one.
She could believe.
So, fill the night oak bench with laughter, quickly before the magic fades, clutch and revel in its fragrance, for with the dawn it will vanish and leave her naked .................to her shame.
