hair spills tousled over finely boned shoulders
velvetine waterfalls of a dark brown hue
cascade from eden to taunt the newly exiled
amidst a fine mist of skin settled dew
predator portals glare out tempting knives
on the parched soil of her heart I will tread unshod
fearless of brambles hiding upright winking serpents
stepping over the bodies of those she left behind
as I fail to mourn their violent passings
I wait to be devoured...
Does it flow well?
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holy crap, how did I miss this one Texas?
dotlosh for you,
cause I don't know what to say about this.
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another perfect little poem
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dark imagery swirling through the air - the poem screams with love and life, devoured, bodies everywhere. a good poem.
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Yes..
Hell yeah! I love this!!!! Im in love with this poem! Almost to the point where I could piss on your mailman!
P.S. tag your it! who's crazy now?
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talk dirty to me, baby... you know how I like it... comb the green curls of my nether fro... yeah, JUST like that...
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"...on the parched soil of her heart I will tread unshod
fearless of brambles hiding upright winking serpents
stepping over the bodies of those she left behind..."
You create visuals that jump off the page
and attach themselfes to our brain!
And that last line...succombing,
perfect!
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