There is only one woman
whose soul knows mine
deep enough
to pull me over from
sanitary sanity
to the freedom and joy
of passion.
Where bulls bellow,
tomcats yowell on fence posts,
mares, in mock fright,
whinny in conterpunctual
rhythms to stallions snorts.
Where I can sleep
the aftermath rest
on sweat soaked silk sheets.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 