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PK Wakefield Jan 2012
2 up hills
(girlandboy)2gether
ramble 2
the breaking place
beneath
heaven sabled
in thickly
shimmering freckles
furred

2 the making place
of uninnocent
amorous
tones
and the rough spank
of 2 paired
figures in2
1
Ruheen Dec 2018
I'm visibly invisible,
Innocently uninnocent,
Bitterly bittersweet,
Scarily beautiful.
I'm misunderstood, yet understood.

I'm a lot of things, but I'm not yours.
So many people think that they know me enough to label me, to tell me what to do, to tell me what's wrong or right. They don't know anything. I don't belong to anybody.
PK Wakefield Dec 2011
wink twiddlers and tiddly winkers
slinking drinkers
in summer linger
loveluscious men hungry *******

those ladies are so
and dirtygorgeous loveless
twaddle with irate squirming
*******

by docks and alley backways
nestled dankness warmly
coils moist pools of
amberest light

in them drinks painful women
things incommensurable
uninnocent girl parts
prattle **** pieces

but some got pretty fast hot skin
belching from the hot music
coffins in short little
skirts covered *****
barley
Joel Bender Oct 2013
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
When you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
Oh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over, surprise, surprise, they wouldn't wanna watch
Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
Tawanda Mulalu Feb 2015
I liked not knowing what to do
and doing it anyway,
without practice, with abandon;
imperfect kissing. Undeserved certainty
laughing out between sharp brace wires.

Did I cut you when I pretended,
for a second, that we were almost,
almost, uninnocent; naked
when I grabbed your leg, then
all of you. Again. Then
again. Then
again.

And then somewhere in that mess of hair,
you breathed
and I thought it was for the first-time
because
that thought made me feel nice,

just like you did.
Again.
Sigh.

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