Conceptual

Conceptual

A Poem by Eliee

Leaky pipes for

Pleasuring the moon

In his aching--


Burning passion

Dripping ice blue fire

Down his throat --


Throw up concepts of

His word, marking bumpy

Flesh of acid --


Slamming down singing

Palms to hard oak

Sweat pooling around --


Broken creak of dark

Red water, lap it up

With crusty cups --

© 2017 Eliee


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Added on March 21, 2017
Last Updated on March 21, 2017

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Eliee
Eliee

Moorhead, MN



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I like to cry at night, with my partner. I'm wracked with crippling depression, but I get through with sarcasm and a deep set bitterness. I write, I read, as does everyone on this site (I would hope)... more..

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