Supersedure
October 03, 2017
I crave you
and fear you
or what it would mean
to be with you
to leave
the dry cracked
cell
I call home
for the chance
to again
have
that sour-sweet
thick
nectar
run
down
my
thighs
so
as
I catch you
and hold you
wonder what it be like
if the moment
would last
beyond
this
brief
fluttering
bumble
we
do
We kissed
your lips
laden
with
rusted
salt
promise
Yet
I
taste
only
the
no dosage
dull
edge
of
a dirty knife
lie
6 comments
This is just so beautiful. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteBeautiful, love the last line.
DeleteI loved the shape poem. I loved the sensuality in it.
ReplyDeleteI'm sad for the ending. Lies are never fun.
I have a small question... could you by any chance be sillysammtl?
thank you!
DeleteBut alas no, I am not sillysammtl
someone requested access to my blog and I'm trying to find out who that is... Oh well! Thanks for your reply!
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