by DevonCrowKingwoonsocket, Rhode Island, USA
Jul 2015 296 Views 0 comments
Yearn
Her beautiful face
Passing me on the street.
The image of her embracing me,
Kissing me with passion,
My heart, pain like a knife,
Pull it from my chest.
Like pulled-taffy.
Longer than imagination,
Long without sugar,
Wrapped around
A blackened may-pole.
To wave in the wind
A warning to travelers:
“There are dead inside.”
Passing me on the street.
The image of her embracing me,
Kissing me with passion,
My heart, pain like a knife,
Pull it from my chest.
Like pulled-taffy.
Longer than imagination,
Long without sugar,
Wrapped around
A blackened may-pole.
To wave in the wind
A warning to travelers:
“There are dead inside.”
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Posted: Jul 2015
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I have been alone for far too long.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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