Wit.

An experiment!

Sparkling wit does stir hatred in this viral mind,

A plucking hand is swift to move upon mine,

Great forces never stand a chance to move him,

Sly grins have found a way to settle in line.

 

Making noises like fantastic farm animals,

I yeild only to pleasure myself only tender,

A wip has use for those that bend to will,

Beauty in paint for masters to come and render.

 

Make haste, make love, make blood to see,

Our hands rest south of tickle lines again,

Casual and meaningless is forever my friend,

To scream and yell and through my out, when?

 

Wispy curls I hate when scrathing upon skins,

Feelings are useless when aired and heal,

Greenery, tankless and glass display your heat,

I must get to you, for only me to feel.

Author's Note

Honesty always!

Reviews

[HulyaY]

Consider me now one of your favorite regular readers. I am now a true fan. Thanks for sharing the rare talent that is yours.

[Stacey Watts]

Very well written. I like the flow of this poem. Your words are very wisely displayed here.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Very cool!

[Crystal Marie Dreier]

This was beautiful!

[Dayran]

Its true what you say about the casual and meaningless. But I've heard it say that it is also magic and on other occasions, divine. When presented with only two such choices, the man is hard pressed to be honest. Where he is backed into the den of the fox, he can but only get to the squire on his own terms, otherwise the hunt is relentless. Nice write!

[MOON]

Like the way this flow and like your wit.

[Backlight Burner]

WOW, this really blew my mind! The ending was a lot smoother, less sharp then the beginning, great write i love this!

[Jyango Ryudo]

im reakky like your poems bro theyre really good :)

[lei]

i like the last line it carries the whole piece..