the luscious incompetence of your fate,
has nothing more than grim disdain,
battered bruises,
picked scabs,
catastrophic,
tropic,
flashes,
of ingenious promiscuity.
Dare take someone's hand,
and let them hold you tight,
dear child,
dear sir,
the feelings that stir,
within your loins,
primal and unforgiving.
Winter comes,
and the Earth is cold,
no where to sleep,
a doll house,
will never keep you warm.
Should you lay next to him,
and everything is taken away from you,
you will at least cling,
cling to comfort,
and infeidelity,
reality,
another form of sodomy.
do what you must to survive.
Author notes
A part of my past. and only my past. Money and comfort are more tempting than the security that comes with it.
A contest entry
- Temptation, with prompting. by BeachBum1.
1200 points, ended July 8, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
love the darkness, breathe the cataclysmic self indulgence
Comments
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loved it
Loved your take on the prompt! unusual. the first stanza was hard hitting. and i loved the line 'a doll house will keep you warm' the title draws me in also...I hate you too.. already springs us into turmoil. thanks a lot for entering good luck
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