Can't seem to run away from you
No matter how you flaunt her favors
I will be there with silver and incense
begging at the knees that coldly turn aside
every beat of my heart and attractive attempts
fruitless under a cold moon and colder blade
made warm with sweet liquor from my veins
sweeter still then the cruel companionship
that stands ready to use my ears
for someone (anyone) to hear the drone
a slave is made in waves of kisses that should be mine
her arms close in tighter and tighter still
but only to crush what I have strained to make whole
to pluck the sweetness and very essence of you
until twig and leaf are leftover for me to nourish back
back from the cruelty of the others that abuse
the child that barely clings to her slim limbs
in desperation fucking and drinking and fucking again
I wonder drenched in sorrow and crimson
whose arms have a longer reach
to wrap you in comfort and peace
when she is gone and the bottle is dry
how many more empty clouds of smoke
and plates of theiving maggots till you see
that when you are licking lips slightly tainted
my disease pleads for your elixer
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you certainly make the reader feel the pain. The mark of a true artist. I love you
ReplyDeleteI hope you do not mind I wandered to your blog from Danelle's, I always love reading poetry.
ReplyDeleteI too wondered to your blog from Danelle's I like poetry too, I also like your blue hair which made me click on the profile in the first place!
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