I listened to the rain
And its pitter patter refrain
On the roof top
From a feathered pillow
Below,
Comforted by cashmere,
Chopsticks, Chinese take-out
And the memories of love made
And discarded
Like the red, white and blue wrapping
On my favorite snack,
Cracker-jacks...
Memories stuck between
Lust and commitment
Unflossed;
Leaving cavities of remorse
In the core of my cupid compulsion;
And I am reminded of the fabled lion
Whose toothless roar
Triggers not fright
But laughter
From his prey...
He savors and dreams of death....
There are no dentures
For toothless kings
And carnivores.
~ P
(#mycupidcompulsion)
(11/22/2013)
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC
I listened to the rain
And its pitter patter refrain
On the roof top
From a feathered pillow
Below,
Comforted by cashmere,
Chopsticks, Chinese take-out
And the memories of love made
And discarded
Like the red, white and blue wrapping
On my favorite snack,
Cracker-jacks...
Memories stuck between
Lust and commitment
Unflossed;
Leaving cavities of remorse
In the core of my cupid compulsion;
And I am reminded of the fabled lion
Whose toothless roar
Triggers not fright
But laughter
From his prey...
He savors and dreams of death....
There are no dentures
For toothless kings
And carnivores.
~ P
(#mycupidcompulsion)
(11/22/2013)
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