Panicked shut
Frantic touch
Being alone, the only hope known
His words shallow and immature
But his body
Oh his body
The deepest I have ever been
The most familiar I have ever felt
Delirious tongues
Furious lungs
Allegories not yet to be understood
Sentences not meant to be uttered
But his words
Oh his words
The concept of a moment
Leaves when he whisperes sweet everything’s to me
Terror of love
Dread of loss
Too focused on balance
To allow sentiments to form
But his teeth
Oh his teeth
Tear apart this faun
Like a starved beast, unaware of its gentle innocence
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Author:
GrotesqueEm (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2024 00:10
- Comment from author about the poem: This was entirely based on a game of Clue, in which I played professor plum
- Category: Love
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