Hands. Everywhere.
Wings of flesh, flapping,
wildly coveting.
There. Syrup.
Standing like an amber tower,
wooden horizon.
Voices. Passionate.
Sonic vibrations, screaming,
"Mine! Mine!"
Grin. Success.
As a steady arm,
greedily ceases.
Glares. Betrayal.
The container conquered,
for now...
Author notes
Thought of this for a contest.
A contest entry
- Something atypical by Dienush.
400 points, ended January 7, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think...pretty please?
Comments
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OMG I LOVE YOU! No really, I do. Lol.


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This is funny but the descriptions in the beginning are also nice for themselves. This succint style is great for humor. Thanks for entering.
~Diana -
Hmm, haha, I like it.



