CompensationA Poem by AlskarThe mystery lifted. Or should have been lifted. But the night Stands in my way. I don't fight. Instead I compensate. Hang onto Words of a one track mind. Guess what I have on mine. A flicker. A switch of electricity. How does that compare to us? Your tongue I never tasted, but your air wrapped Me in ochre. I might savour the Sour cherry lick of their offers. But your's is black cherry. And stains my mouth forever. © 2011 AlskarReviews
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Added on April 25, 2011Last Updated on August 25, 2011 Tags: compensation, no, cherry |