thank you, love.
yes, I meant to... I was at my desk... drawing... and I wrote down this first line (I was listening to it at the time)... then I wandered and...
now THAT was poetry. :applauds you:
This is not poetry... this is political crap.
I want to place the sun in my wide open mouth spread my wings and leap into the wild ripe air I want to hand you this emotion that I take...
‘round and ‘round the mulberry bush thorn in my thigh center of attention reach for me on high counted my reasons maybe not enough shouted...
feel this heat within me trying to devour me whole dispensing your theory will not entice my soul do not fear this feeling you can try to...
breathing is a foreign task when thinking is just too much to ask you can place me up there on the shelf behind and place her unclothed in...
subsequence chaotic bliss painfully sour is your kiss your lips aimlessly seeking mine but, my wandering mouth you are denied
in splendid errors of constant longing i'm caught by your sideways glance and where the fear paints my eyes with clear like glossing i'm ‘suade to...
eat the flesh spit out the seeds that’s all there is to this disease you want the cure it’s easy, it’s a breeze close your eyes drop to...
concave erect my protective walls to stop the trespassing or your whims your words pierce through me like electricity a beam of light let...
Plush… In the coils of refinement I plant a kiss In the hollow of your sacred world Place my hands In the curls of all you hide And I sing in...
tied down fed up spun around again cold touch tough luck say I’ll never win sly grin habitual lies oh no, too late character bleached...
Why change a poem that is already written? It's like changing the past. I like my wording... just the way it is, thank you.
Circumstance generally I’m fond To make that one certain and unique bond Between lovers and foe But this day I’m hopeful No good to be doubtful...
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