streetlights glaring in its eyes
flying down the sidewalk in bits and legs
black mucus body following mine,
surrounding my mind with subtle hymns
stroke me sing,
bring me back to nothing
giving in to its persuasion,
i want nothing else.. nothing else..
blending thoughts to shooting wall
as i lean indefinitely
catch each strand
in your willing hands
and feel
stroke the female ellipse
bring your shy twist to decieve
and its eyes, eyes infecting
my insides, those black eyes..
tear it apart to molecules
watch it spread across my skin
like plastic wrap
mother nature provide me none
my lungs to fall on asphalt
consumed by a black mucus body
no longer following me
no one can see
symptoms being
high, numb
defeated.
Author notes
lets be the good sports.
remains still here, smiling and trying to subdue, but i feel defeated, with no idea why.
Comments
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your writing is becoming more sexy with each poem. Though this feeling of numbness and of defeat is not usually something expressed this well and with good placement and flow of language. Like this poem a lot. keep writing please cus im really diggin your art
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