Cursed for "Love"A Poem by Austin SmithI'll let you interpret what it means...We sit side by side, Void from the rest of the world At our blue lagoon.
You watch the water, Midnight blue reflects into Aquamarine eyes.
I watch those big eyes, Portraying a clear image Of our blue lagoon.
Your slender body Gently rocks you back and forth Ever silently.
I watch your body, How it sways with same motion As our blue lagoon.
Your eyes could shine bright! Just wear what I had bought you: Big golden necklace.
Your slender body in gold silk dress would boil blood By our blue lagoon.
I'd pour my wallet Out for you; please just give me Your untainted flesh.
And yet you strive on To harden your heart to me, Not our blue lagoon.
It's hurts me to see That my money's forsaken For virginity.
An eighteen-year-old Who, in all the world, morals All copulation!
But I know I'll win. We both know you can't depart From our blue lagoon.
To make you "happy", I'll point out grandfather clock, Who's close to strike twelve.
Do I see a tear? Yes, you will cry forever Unless you choose me.
It's really a shame, But you know what you must do: In our blue lagoon.
You stare in the deep, Knowing the same will happen Every night I'm 'lone.
You finally jump, And you're concealed by deep blue, But I know you're there.
Finally, there's twelve: Ringing clear, dolphin appears In our blue lagoon.
I taunt the dolphin Who has occupied your form And now runs your mind.
I yell at you loud, "You see? Your life will be spent In our blue lagoon.
"That is, of course dear, If you give me what I want: Your untainted flesh."
Yet it is useless, For dolphin just swims around In my blue lagoon.
Don't call it witchcraft. Tis used in the evil ways. I cursed you for love.
If I can't have you, I must make it absolute That no one else can.
So, my girl by day, A lonely dolphin by night In my blue lagoon!
© 2009 Austin SmithAuthor's Note
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Added on May 22, 2009 Last Updated on May 22, 2009 AuthorAustin SmithGrand Terrace, CAAboutI've decided, with the conclusion of my time at a community college, to launch myself fully into the experience of writing. I shall no longer beat around the bush, methinks. more..Writing
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