Poem -

For me

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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Ananda Belford

Now this is really good.
This poem actually moved me.

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Scott Mlekuz

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. 🤔

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Richard Waters

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.  :) :)  

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