Despite the mucus fate, so many obstacles,
tethers to take away my freedom to strike,
in-spite of a moon walking into the isolation,
to throw my self in a clinging mastic substance.
Visions off for the brightness of enchantments,
to direct my forces molecular in total darkness,
leaving sadness in flow of rubbery glue hurtings
at mockery of an eternity to love beyond death.
Here in this world I find the bitter spider's saliva
in feelings of your caress, kisses and affections,
posed a sun to took my hand, to scratch the wounds,
for an attempt, that I can't answer, only punch you.
Author notes
Prompt: sticky
A contest entry
- Sticky by Lj-.
700 points, ended December 7, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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