photo from Deviant Art
Run…
Floorboards creaking beneath my feet
with lies and treacheries
Freshly manicured nails holding small curves
of heated lust
Don’t look back…
That primitive call just a little
evolutionary slip…
Teeth and tongue grazing
a golden ring
and spitting out
long forgotten vows.
7 comments:
Wow, this is scary and sexy. =O
My word verification is "mines"
(it could have been minefield with a post like this!)
A 'raw' outpouring! Betrayal makes one emote like never before!
I'm curious about the inspiration behind your writes...
Good to see you back.
The real depth of life comes out in times of distress. Hope all is well with you.
A beautiful metaphor and expression of relational complications and disappointments!
Wow, blanca rosa, this poem of yours is like a find leather glove
over steel. Quietly powerful.
Love, holding small curves part.
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Hi Shell, Wanted to let you know that I passed The Proximidade Award along to you. It's my way of saying how special you're writing is! And as the recipient, you should make the rules to do with it as you wish!
WOW, just WOW!
I sure hope I can find my way back here to this mine of golden nuggets.I feel richer for my visit.
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