Poem -
For me
Use me
Like a pen uses ink
To write something lovely
immortal
Unscripted
Until your pulse is spilled
Completely
Upon the page
For me to adore
Through lifeless eyes
As a blackened sea
Until there is no ink left to spill
Lie to me
About love and death
Tragedy
And
painfully gorgeous moments
Hand in hand
Flesh on flesh
Mouth on mouth
Sin
On
Sin
Darling..........................
Just for me
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Comments
Beautifully written.
Now this is really good.
This poem actually moved me.
Hi. As I am new to this, I find myself reading most poems more than once... including this piece.
I like how you put it together and I'm pretty sure that I get it. ?
YOU, CAN DO MORE, than " write your name, UP IN LIGHTS " !! You can use this time and space to cast " shadows " which define the want of the excess, surplus to the routine interest.
In, the depths of the core, you discover yourself. And, all you need to stand for. In there is the thrusting " respectability " as perceived by " prescribed sensibility " !! IN CERTAIN CIRCLES. :) :)
The " dance " of the dream takes you. It, makes you. Why, merely surrender when you can " cave-in " to the "QUANTUM OF SOLACE. " You escape...here. You can " breathe " !! You, are transformed from " articulation " to " manifestly bespoke ", devoid of the " certainty " which usually inhibits.
How can it be wrong, when it feels so right ?
In the presence of the chosen, you display what you desire. And, what you reach for. There is no doubt..... in your malevolent gregarious gorging, on the delights of those governing principles of lust. Therein, lies, true worth. There, is the infectious injection of life's " strongest " requirement. The power, of it, realizes undeniable messages, sent so many times, to shape you. And, create that " YOU " so long put aside, due to lack of confidence. Do you not think so ?
TRANSFORMATION EMBOLDENS THE SPIRIT. IT, GIVES TO YOU.
EVERYTHING.
Thanks, for this. :) :)