Despise
By CarlIVPoetry
Speak of circles like Elvis on stamps. Kings seem less majestic at a value of thirty-four cents. Wading in the water... Behaving like your daughter. Covered lust with trust... Must I have this last dance? Weeding the garden of pests like you, construed so absolute. Pollute me with naked dreams and touch me like a rapist. Lungs flushed with anxiety, choking on parliament smoke. Give me open legs... Drown me with contagious... You...You...Who are you anymore? Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 05:57 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Speak of circles like Elvis on stamps...."