I rid myself of his sturdy mouth,
So warm and salty,
Dripping down into my throat.
When I saw his eyes,
I saw dull rainbows,
Glistening with grey sand.
They speak so quietly as
he raised his lips again
to greet me.
I had to turn away.
No longer a mouth,
Just a chasm, gaping open,
Ready to swallow me whole
And steal all my dreams
Down into his belly
Where all his wild things go.
Written By Cruel Virgin
4 comments:
That poem was so "it." The kind of poem every poet looks for - neither forced nor so emotional it's incomprehensable. It was perfection.
one beautiful message; of love and a warning about falling into traps. It is very nice to read this.
I do have to say that the last lines are just awesome in their combination of lust and foreboding.
Eric, yes, an excellent reading.
Nabila--I only can write poetry at certain times, truly a muse thing. It channels itself through me. All credit belongs to the force.
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