Eyes blink fast
With the rhythm
Of
My
Blood
And fingers press
And nails scratch
My
Own
Flesh
I watch
I watch
I watch
Slowly
Slowly
You watch back
And
Everyone is still
And your lips
Speak nothing
And your focus flutters
Mine does not
And I smell you
Deep
And I watch you
Slow
And I hear you
Not
Cause
All I hear is my blood
And my breath
And my mind screaming
For you
For you
Why you
You old
You odd
You less
"Pretty"
Than me
Your knowledge
Beats
In steady waves
Your kindness
Flows
In steady waves
Your patience
Slips
In steady waves
Your passion
Throbs
In steady waves
And the beat
And the beat
And the beat it beats for you
And the bite
And the bite
And the bite is bitten for you
My chest pounds
For you
I bite my lip
For
You
There's no
True
Rhythm
There's no
True
Rhythm
Or a reason to the passion, my face is ashen as I try and repress the feelings that possess me deep
For you
Deep
Deep
For you
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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hmmm.... interesting I must say. I have noticed that all of your poetry so far, seems to have the same type of free write style. It seems to have a gravitational pull. Keep up the great work!

