Burnt OfferingsA Poem by CrowleyWritten after listening to a friend with troubles, I know there are two sides, but had a thread and went with it. If I hear the other side, I will be fair.Burnt Offerings
I offered you my heart wrapped in soft white taffeta Blood soaked ribbon to cut hormonal circulation Quieting the flow of incredulous beating, arteries spewing Put it in your pocket while you get your pedicure, brunch
with the mayor Look at me I offered you my thoughts, you opened your pocketbook
grudgingly The brown of my eyes lacking conviction to show you The tensile strength of my love unyielding, hot to the touch Pathetic for exposing every crack in my chain mail emotions Look at me I offered you my virility in and out of the bedroom You shrink wrapped it, vacuum sealed it and hid it in the
deep freeze Not taken out for company or a candle light dinner for two Permafrost phallic projections, unearthed by aliens a
hundred years from now Look at me I offered you my offspring, full of joyful temptation A glance at the future of your fragile eco-system Security in an old age home, someone to soothe your dementia Seeing you off as your are returned to your rightful place
beneath the cinder Look at you….. you do every morning Look at you…..your physical beauty unequivocal Look at you…..so smug in your strappy sandals Look at you…..because you won’t look at me. © 2010 CrowleyAuthor's Note
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Added on June 1, 2010Last Updated on June 7, 2010 AuthorCrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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