How many times have you said never only to return upon your word
a cloud drifting heather to the sea, returning to its nest like a bird
The whip of the master in the barrel of a gun
no need of a trigger to make people run
With tongue of bullets, eyes blades of steel scraping bone
flying with lightning feathers and talons made of stone
eruption atomic, sleeping ash covers lipstick shame
seppuku on a cross resurrecting angel tame
perfumed breeze, siren of silk fur
lotus of charity wrapped in a kitten purr
tornado in a paradise dress
bitch slap then tender caress
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: October 29th, 2024 04:12
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Comments1
Dipends on my mood, sometimes I'd sell my soul to the devil. So very powerful in imagery and emotion 💙 🌹
Thanks Teddy yes you got it mood seems to be the issue here, Have a great day
🤣 well today I would say I'm feeling the love. You are one of my most favourite inspirational poets dear friend. Old fashioned appreciation 🌹
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