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The cannibal is thirsty
for a flesh martini
Dabs of salt here and there
On tongue and ocean groin
The ******* is hungry
To be the tender olive
Eaten very slowly
Lick the ****** pleasures
Of each other's
knife
kiss
Maternal affections
pouring open by God's rage
They are
shelter
Ignition
To each other's
demons
wonderfully delicious
as frosting or
whipped
cream
They are rare fruit, indeed
What are the odds of them finding each other?
Just goes to show, my lonely lovers
There's someone for everyone
You too
Will find
Your soul mate
Someday
just as the blood
Will eventually
Drip
from
the cannibal's
smiling
mouth
Oh my love,
you are my
yummy chicken bone
dipped in
your
sauce
"Ahhhhh...." he says
"This must be love."
 Mar 2013 Tate Bowers
Ana Leejay
We are further away
than the word Aardvark  and Zymurgy
further than thought and paper
now and later
the start and forever
we could fit the solar system between the distance of our fingers
we are further than
stubborn minds and apologies
stubborn minds and acceptance
stubborn minds and stubborn minds
I love you more than fate loves keeping us apart
So I will call you a world wide emergency
have your picture in secret escape routes of North Korea and on the glass windows of 5 star restaurants
I'll scream out the memories we had on the corners of streets
hoping one day you will come up to me finishing my sentence
because distance is reachable.
Dear friend, I am afraid you were right from the start,
We are but foolish beings holding onto foolish hearts,
Grasping and clawing for that one true soul,
An entity we blame for our lack of self control

And here I am, the worst offender in every case,
I treat love like marathons and sprints; an endless race,
I fall in, I fall out and it all starts at the sound of a gun,
But I fear my dearest friend, there is nowhere left to run.

From adolescence to rebellious youth,
I've held this silly type of love as ultimate truth,
But I have now faced all my demons and fears,
And my fairy tale has crumbled on pages soaked in tears,

So here I lie a breathless Juliet,
My story telling is ending, the sun is set,
Bruised bones and broken hopes,
Love lost in a dream now tangled in heartless ropes.
You grabbed me by the arm
Pulled me down to the bed
Pressing your lips fiercely against mind
Blocking any words from escaping
You had no desire to know
Any whom had been you before

Your head rests on my chest
Curled up against me
The perfect kind of warmth
I ask you for a name
You let out a laugh
And said I needn't worry about that

We fall asleep in each other's arms
Peace at last
The perfect end to a wild night
And when I awake, you are gone
Nothing remains but the scratches on my back
And the haunting smell of roses, lingering in my bed
Dear darlin' dancing on my dreams with steel-toed shoes,

I love the tapping sound that your two feet emote.
But I do not like you dancing upon my dreams.

With love from,
the man whose  impression you have trampled.
Just playing around with poetry styles from "A Poet's Craft" by Annie Finch. I wanted each line to be 10 words.
 Mar 2013 Tate Bowers
Tom Orr
Frenzy
 Mar 2013 Tate Bowers
Tom Orr
She makes the sand,
the sand seep away.
Little locket on her chest,
with her steps a gentle sway.
Though her eyes cast
a tender gaze,
her fiery heart sets the sky ablaze.

Dry rain and dry puddles,
never will she stop.
'Til she stumbles to her knees,
the dusty ground, fiercely hot.
She cries out in pain
and laughs through tears,
a withered smile
of withered years.

She sees me.

Her faces relaxes,
her lungs give out,
her limbs betray her
and with one final strain she says:
*I can't hate.

— The End —