A Token

stoneygali
stoneygali Posts: 148
edited August 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Shriveled peddles
tokens of their lust
washed over innocents,
without regret they crumble;
lingering is the scent of death,
sinful lips sing
the blessing of sorrow;

two hearts sewn
intwine the secrets
rendered behind painted veils.
hearts of fire flow
blending into velvet
smooth as their bare skin exposed;

flames burning in the darkness,
the feast endless
a taste of desire, within moments
fills the hunger.
hour upon hour unfolds
the triumph of passion,
needs surrendering
within moments fade,
receding to a dying rose.
I never meant to hurt you, mi diablo, mi amigo, but I've built up so much character I have an alter ego. I have to make a clean break & I have to do it quick because the pain you give me babe would make Cal Ripken call in sick!!!
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  • Jamal
    Jamal Posts: 2,115
    The writings fade as nights progress
    but these are very lovely, my friend
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
  • stoneygali
    stoneygali Posts: 148
    thank you. it is getting late, but i just wanted to share those thoughts.
    I never meant to hurt you, mi diablo, mi amigo, but I've built up so much character I have an alter ego. I have to make a clean break & I have to do it quick because the pain you give me babe would make Cal Ripken call in sick!!!

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