Watch me, raise me, fold and draw, meet my eye and match me
Let me feel your wrath in fingernails that pinch and scratch me
Take me home after the show, hold me close and touch me
Lay my head on a pillow, and this and that and such me
Show me all the hate in you, who cares if you bruise me?
Know that now you've found me, you're never going to lose me
Chinese-whisper promise me that you want to die for me
Tell me that you love me and wouldn't ever lie to me
Eat me up like penny sweets, swallow me and drink me
Sail me in the bathtub until you want to sink me
And drown me in your weary heart and your clenched white fist.
Then bury me deep in the woods, with a spade and a loving kiss.
Author notes
Came from nowhere. Not exactly personal.
Please tell me what you think
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Your words tread a delicate path amongst the juxtaposition of a strangely innocent desire and the brutality of the act of love that it craves to satisfy it. Your words are both rewarding and foreboding. To echo the words of a fellow commentator, it all sounds fake, fakin’ brilliant.
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It just sounds fake. Like something a twelve year old girl with a crush would write in her diary. Maybe you should write about things you know, at least until you’ve had a real boyfriend.
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I sincerely hope a twelve-year-old girl wouldn't be writing about the desire to be shown the sexual fury of a partner. But who knows?
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I'm stunned. Seriously. I think this is my bestest favouritest and most greatest poem ever.
Goosebumps. I'd like this on my gravestone.
Reminds me of the thinking behind my 'kel on the rooftop' story - same kind of intensity and such. Have a read if you haven't already. It's rude too.
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Thank you very much! Yes, I have read Kel on the Rooftop. Rather sensual if I recall.
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Totally captivating, dear poet.
Makes the reader visualize and contemplate. 
Well done and I love the rhyming. 
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