you promised me
lower-cased wisdom disguised
as bittered genius,
slick sentimental bullshit
to be wrestled with
gripped, squeezed and jettisoned
overboard
like Morrison's horses.
you promised me
a place on your face,
a tiny spot to go unnoticed
until the revelry calls
us home again,
until your mother beats down
our best wishes
and leaves the two of us
quivering in the corner
of your bedroom
again.
you promised me
a poem for every heartbeat
underneath
your
ribs
and I'm still waiting.
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Full of intense and passion...definately a longing, well done Blessings.
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my narcissism is showing.
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bumblebee tuna... "so are your balls!"
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Very good imagery. Itense and beautiful.
Lovely write.
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