WhorlsA Poem by Kirke NixYou are mine.
Whorls
DMT 8/19/07 I embrace you My bittersweet smell And suspended condensation Curl and float upwards Into your eyesnosemouth I caress you, your skin Red and flushed Your sweat tastes of Gold On my manipulative tongue Andandand My smile Like smoke Curls in a corner Lopsided Unoriginal Foolish But secretly Webothseeknowandtouch The malice like ice Melts with your warmth A puddle, heart shaped, won Rebuilds itself lower Reflective Sleek Frozen And dangerous Your fire Makes my smoke curl Upwards And overwhelms you Taste the fog As it blinds you- You- You are mine. © 2008 Kirke Nix |
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1 Review Added on February 14, 2008 AuthorKirke NixElizabeth, NJAboutNOTE: Okay, so I haven't been on in like, a year. So where IS everything? The forums, the lists of publishing houses, info on finding an agent? I can't seem to find them anywhere! o.O help? ----------.. more..Writing
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