Unchristened,
I circle the sun
Clutching books of darkness.
Each page, a starless night,
A devil's duel for the soul.
An orphaned *****
Shackles my ****** thoughts
And to her drums
I beat.
Lust stomping feet
Of pleasure and song,
Of treasures sunk
Betwixt a finger and thumb.
I turn the page
Engaged,
I turn another
To find a willing centerfold.
Pedicured pink on toes
Flung high
In steel stilettos,
A feast for hungry eyes.
The mind grieves
Spilling guilt like leaves
Onto a passing cloud.
A boy
Perchance a girl
The world shall never know.
Like stars unborn,
They whisper
In the wind.
~ P
(#LeavesUponAPassingCloud)
6/7/2014
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
Unchristened,
I circle the sun
Clutching books of darkness.
Each page, a starless night,
A devil's duel for the soul.
An orphaned *****
Shackles my ****** thoughts
And to her drums
I beat.
Lust stomping feet
Of pleasure and song,
Of treasures sunk
Betwixt a finger and thumb.
I turn the page
Engaged,
I turn another
To find a willing centerfold.
Pedicured pink on toes
Flung high
In steel stilettos,
A feast for hungry eyes.
The mind grieves
Spilling guilt like leaves
Onto a passing cloud.
A boy
Perchance a girl
The world shall never know.
Like stars unborn,
They whisper
In the wind.
~ P
(#LeavesUponAPassingCloud)
6/7/2014
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