Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2018
The dark reflects off the mirrors
A long t-shirt fondly used to cover my mornings
Fell for what sought me

With ferocious caresses
I am a carcass thrown to a starving lion.
But I'm still breathing
Against the shoulders above me
In return

He prowls
The rainforest path of clothing,
Tugging the shirt back over my head.
written in a starbucks while staring at my friend
edited Aug 12
Written by
lirau  China
     Allison, Mathew P Nangolo, misterN and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems