The Imposter
By Cally
Your icy fingers slither up my spine, Move through my mind like eels through midnight water You wisper gently to my concience, tickling reason Sugar sweet kisses, acid rain on my skin. Your echo bounces around my brain Smoothing silken sins into my scalp, burning images Behind shimmering eyes that see little else, You call to me through smoke and laughter I hear your voice, fragments of Hollywood reality, Glamour and glitter as you shimmer my way, Holding fingers like tendrills around my sanity, You ignite the all encompasing fire, you are an imposter, You are desire.Wanted to see if I could write a horizontal poem, you decide :) Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 02:27 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Your icy fingers slither up my spine,..."