Gathering green
Poppies grow
Into black-hearted splend
A gift of earth,
So many, a curse,
But each their own desire
And funneling to
Each tip, thy pestle
For gardening deserves
What bloometh brings
Delight upon
Thy very tongue
That choose it
To linger.
Tag: curse
A Curse (day 991)
A curse
Left ringing
Through hallways
Fills voids
With china teacups
Which drop
One-by-one
Loud and Free (day 557)
Uncommon destruction
That brutalizes my soul
Cool liquid drops of sex
Pour through my brain
Featuring madness
Cannibalistic
Lavishly endearing
Blatant and
Devilishly sinful
And I bow
I bow to the lover that stays awake all night
And the devious young man behind closed doors
Sipping down 25 year old stock
I grow from deep within
Boisterously gathering a new level
Stirring up the saints in the courtyard
Slipping into a deceitful dance
Mesmerizing the nymphs
And I dance of faith
Counting on the anger to shout out my soul
Waking up the ghosts in the courtyard
Slowly. With a devilish grin
Anticipation crawls up the back of my neck
Eruption lets the gods know
Loud and free, they hear this call
They hear me curse at the moon
With the cackling birds of pray
That lay with me in lust