"prequisition" poems
The illusion of my love
Both miscreant and ascetic
Produced a delicious angst..
What instinctive prequisition
Fertilized this condition?
Were those confused
And forlorn thoughts
But an imitation of bliss?
In my self-imposed cage
Alien questions
Played chase with me.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 1:50 PM UTC