BuckleA Poem by Sumi
They harden my emotions, Pulling loose the strands from My clothes. Unwrapped, the tide That crashed onto my knees I buckle, The blue It’s warm and soothing Abhorrence. It’s freedom at it’s finest, When I let you wander the sinking Sand, crawling with feeding creatures. You’re clawing the eating monsters, Burning holes in them, They are doll’s eyes. The smell of a hot morning, The steamy fog brushing my face. Chastity and protection At best. It’s when you’re saving time, Swimming thickly Towards my destination. © 2008 Sumi |
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Added on November 12, 2008 |