Apples In Our Wicked Blush~

Apples In Our Wicked Blush~

A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole

If I cut you

just right

will you touch me through the wound

of your childhood;

you know,

the mandrake

we found under the holly tree

in a fairy tale

ago

is still rooted in your vertebrae

eating the colors

from each chakra

with each year

and I slip my flowers

and strip from my bark

wondering if skin is all you need

pouring white milk from my bones

tracing every bruise in white

finger paints tipped

a soft strike

my lips in mulberry stains

working the mandrake

pulling fairy tales between my cheeks

to pour

to fill my honeycomb soul

with your beautiful pain

your arch into the wild

underlands of sacred sex

text in tattoo

peeling from my palms

henna soil, filling your ribs

and I laugh

“Oh Adam, ain’t this a b***h.”

and he lol’s

texting god

breaking him from the equation

through a text message

 

we laugh

apples in our wicked blush

 

 

 

 

copyright:2011vssmd/amusemusepress

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

© 2011 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole


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haha you're mad! I love this one - the descriptions are just brilliant - love - "and strip from my bark
wondering if skin is all you need
pouring white milk from my bones" and "working the mandrake
pulling fairy tales between my cheeks
to pour
to fill my honeycomb soul" - and just all of it really - it's just one big creative piece - images so good - I like!! nice!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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dirty little ditty
i guess when they got booted from eden
god took their cellphones too
what a b***h

nice one


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm all about second chances today. I love this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The tale of Adam and Eve retold, but before I reached the end, I felt a hint of Daphne, un-transforming from the laurel tree,to give Apollo a second chance...
These lines simply resonate with mythology:

and I slip my flowers
and strip from my bark
wondering if skin is all you need
pouring white milk from my bones
tracing every bruise in white
finger paints tipped
a soft strike
my lips in mulberry stains
working the mandrake

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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OT
haha you're mad! I love this one - the descriptions are just brilliant - love - "and strip from my bark
wondering if skin is all you need
pouring white milk from my bones" and "working the mandrake
pulling fairy tales between my cheeks
to pour
to fill my honeycomb soul" - and just all of it really - it's just one big creative piece - images so good - I like!! nice!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

superb Selene :). this is a wickedly splendid vision!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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