the mind lingers
on these sordid images:
fingers, legs, lips
intertwined,
the heaving closeness
of hungry bodies
let the eyes bleed
and smudge
these vile flashes
of honest hallucinations
the tongue can go
the silent way
(once again)
biting back moans of
pregnant fear.
Letter to an imaginative thyroid gland
-
Dear Ms. Gland,
I hope this letter finds you in the
pink
of health
Or at least a few shades
closer to happiness
than you were
after our Monday meeting
that...
11 years ago
its interesting how a few words can explain it all! beautifully written :)... wish i cud write poems like u :)
ReplyDeletei wish i could write poems like u too!! honest hallucinations and pregnant fear.. AMAZING!!
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