wager

confession

Now that fear comes
An outstanding wager
But you hear no wails
Of the crime scraper

So many screams
Screams of pleasure
And of the tiny agony
Produced from underneath

Very many of them
Wish to look at a corpse
On the floor
And heartily smile

For experience acquired
And lesson experienced
In a game of love
And of infatuation

Some sent offer for it
Some were bothered
Advantage was only taken
But not taken for granted

Many lips still are frozen
Colder are some saliva
N*****s stand in attention
Bodies grow into warmer

Many I've tasted
Much more I've devoured
I sing no accolade of me
Devilish acts of my blood

That was a path crossed
By you and I
That we loved and hated
Practically as we ended it

Right or otherwise
Destiny keeps prevailing
Too late to prophesy death
And enjoy manifestation

Apology becomes the song
Forgiveness comes its craving
"Just let it go" is the theme
That the crusade beseech

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am surprised this has no reviews...it is so open to many reads...
It could have a speaker who is tyrant, enjoying what he has done to his country...the damage, the heartbreak, the suffering under him.
But in the same breath...love...the experiences, the pieces of him that are left after so many relationship wars...
he has been devoured by love...and can't let go of the ugly memories...but is pleading with himself to let go of those, so that he may go on a new crusade to find love again.
I like this poem, lots.
j.

[hayzed]

You don’t know what you’re doing to me, you’re making me wanna try harder. I’m so grateful to you. Thanks for the review