this is mostly just to archive really bad poetry i found while cleaning up. proceed at your own risk. i'm so embarrassed.
curling around your waist
settling on your knee
a good serpentine pet i be
treasuring the smell of your brow
moments after you fall asleep my
fingers tracing the fear you hide
in the line of your jaw
ninety-nine onions
brought the queen
her daily dose of
hyperventilation
bob isn't
my turtle
anymore
tenderness does not come
when your eyes are grey as granite
as they look out from under dark brows
knitted in muderous rage
you hated me at first sight
my laughing hurt your ideals of docile femininity
even as my creamy skin and ample bosom
made you want me endlessly
my pen marks this page
with the same ignorant stain
as your words leave
on my parchment heart
fire red,
she speaks to me in death-rhymes
with the sticky-sweet
candy taste
of pulsing,
flowing
rivers of liquid essence
that courses through
the human highway
of interchanges and straightaways.
ice blue,
he turns his shoulder
and haunts my sleepless nights
and kneads his fits into my aching loins
as i scram out for more,
for less,
for anything,
he tortures and pleasures
my timid desires.
Good for you girl. You may be embarrassed, but you're braver than I, all I was willing to blog when I came across my stuff a few months ago was 3 lines.
PS: I like it.
i'm comforted that i get so few visitors that it really isn't as embarrassing as it could be. ;)
p.s. thanks!