Mirror-KissersA Poem by Esoteric StrandA poem about the trials and tribulations of the Greco-Bactrian Kingdoms.I fell asleep standing up Blitzed in some foreign place We awoke face-to-face Lost in a different language My ever worthless tongue found We awoke mouth-to-mouth A realm: Where pretty girls don’t bother with words. Every vanity grandized Every mirror polished And every reflection, sick with beauty. I’ll always prefer a plastic-princess-- bathed in youth and innocence" to those crusted crones that inhabit every cynical, cancerous crack I’ll gladly slave away for innocents, like that Wolf. The one that blows, or the one that plays dress-up just to get a little girl. Either way, The beast has great taste. I lay my head on your chest. Passed-out in front of the fan. We awoke hand-in-hand I fell asleep in your dream So it was of no surprise, when we awoke eye-to-eye. © 2011 Esoteric StrandReviews
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Added on March 24, 2011Last Updated on March 24, 2011 AuthorEsoteric StrandFresno, CAAboutOriginally from Fresno, California. Inspirations come from a wide array of sources: nature, faith, fatherhood, the occult, mythology, pop culture and Italian horror movies. GENERAL LIKES: Blac.. more..Writing
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