![]() A Cross Stitched MajestyA Poem by Amorette Duvannes![]() Another one for the one I shouldn't, and didn't, really.![]()
You have done the dead deed,
Rocked me hazed, sung me stillborn, Bayed onto the cobwebbed womb of my own mortal ease, Eastern of the Godly lantern - I have hoped the yeast-rise of my own flat desires, Plumped only by the chemical lord Earthing me, still and lame Like a milked-out cattle preach. I have wooed you out on my lips, Cooked my neck until the cold, pink, Raw teeth marks eat at me whole. Jekyll-ing you like a landmark, post Dead, post life, post you, onto a land mine Hollowed out by the dare, the dare, the dare I dared. The inflammation damnation Spelled onto the cap your chin, is the black mammal I rear a worded curse; how many people will we hurt If we dared do the daring romp of my beating, dared-out, sped heart? The rich metal prince of my hips - O, you know you are He, you golden, inflammatory, passionate God! You see the tightening tide with which I soldier My forlorn, meek Babushka skin! But you do not see the thrombosis I swilk When you are not my solid beck-and-call And I am uprooted from the harrow You. You do not know my Cherub cheeks call you in them - My pod, one layer left and all milked-out, is Stone-red with the cold waiting I do of you. It is a silly squalid need, This little harbouring, docking at sunset For the time you go home to your Vows, your little Life. That I am a puppy-fat, fitted roll of two: The Who I Am and the Who They Make Me, The preservation of oneself that I am not impended by - This is the soliloquy I make of it, You are just a divine subtext, A majesty of a device, and this is how it eases.
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Added on March 27, 2014 Last Updated on March 27, 2014 Tags: poetry, love, love poem, love poems, poem, poems, spilled ink, adolescence, social, social ideology, ideology, teenagers, teenaged, teenage, youth, wishes, wish, desire, desires Author
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