"awefull" poems
Crawling through the smoke of darkness demise
She swiftly came in thee
The way me' ran in awefull speed
A mare disguise of a shadow...
.... the shadow of a tree..
She swifts into my soul
Hence ,Possession thee..
Love she called it..
All was ever it was disguised in greed..
As swiftly she came in thee...
She took everything...
Every part of me...
Every penny...
Left a knife..
To fathe'r the soul free..
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
your mouth is a beauty
whose word i long to pronounce
whose keenness is marigold in summer
whose almost too fragile a slit
makes the fragrance of desire
whose language is heavy and soft
and suddenly across
your face it slices
more pink than bubble gum
and more sweetly to taste
more sugared and awefull
more impossibly resisted
your mouth is too delicate a flowering
destroying sound
of which i long to pronounce
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 9:58 PM UTC