reed thin sluggish thread
moves toward pool-mouth
an oblique dry wet that
slithers into my head
thick tired-tongue tastes
watered down dissolves
sweat turns—then returns
a burning corrosive paste
care-frayed threadbare
shrinking ripples
righteous writes
un-poemed, un-pictured
on white page glare
I, Venus, a hot-red
blistered planet
blimp and wave
in day mourning
pools
riddling
8
syllables
or
metaphors
of
6
tablets blank hues
swallow gush-rush
waterfalls
tanked up rancid
overflows
sounds and sights
psyche-wit waiting
to release
streaming liquid thread
screaming in my head
moves toward pool-mouth
an oblique dry wet that
slithers into my head
thick tired-tongue tastes
watered down dissolves
sweat turns—then returns
a burning corrosive paste
care-frayed threadbare
shrinking ripples
righteous writes
un-poemed, un-pictured
on white page glare
I, Venus, a hot-red
blistered planet
blimp and wave
in day mourning
pools
riddling
8
syllables
or
metaphors
of
6
tablets blank hues
swallow gush-rush
waterfalls
tanked up rancid
overflows
sounds and sights
psyche-wit waiting
to release
streaming liquid thread
screaming in my head
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Author:
Mermaid (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Good one dear Mermaid
Whoa, this is splendid word magic!
I think this is a little more revealing than your word choices try to prevent it from becoming,
and that's purely down to the sincerity of your feelings and thoughts
at the time time of penning these words, maybe
but what do I know? lol
I will just say, in my humble opinion
there's a lot about the framework of our nature and natural trait's, we have little control over;
DNA can't be changed, merely denied or embraced..
and so our sexual preferences
or what we are drawn towards, in life
is rarely something we have too much choice over
it's instinctive
it's natural
it is: Who, we are...
better come to terms with it
and find a way to cope
or use it to our advantage
if we're not hurting anyone.
(what a wonderful read you've weaved, thank you
for choosing to share)
forgive me if you find my comment in any way disrespectful
sadly, I'm too opinionated and overzealous with my reactions and comments,
and sometimes I cross boundaries, unintentionally..
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