The darkest kind of widsomA Poem by maricoona91I wrote this after reading some incredible poetry that was raw and real.I'll never really be like you Tough like assault dogs that moan all night, Ill never be hard or guarded or smart, enough to to grasp your icy remarks I see you from the corner of my eyes To look you straight on, I’m blind
I haven’t suffered a hard life, I’m the light of my parents' loving eyes, I’m soft and innocent, slightly repressed, Ready to agree at your request,
But you devour for your gut, forbidden fruit for lunch Your fingers undo pretense’s dress, Words slither over your naked tongue
As you write demented masterpieces, I’m smelling flowers and smiling at babies, And since those don’t quench my desires, Ill read your stark sentences: You squeeze out the words and I’ll swallow them down Like a glass of communion wine in a jar. © 2015 maricoona91Author's Note
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