Neonpoem
By craig2
Throw away your mascara, mousse and underwear. Wear these lines for a week, just one week, not a long time. Let the words mold your face, drape your shoulders, delicate breasts. Let the lyric infuse your dreams, scent your pillows press your thighs with invisible weight. At the end of the week if these Emperor’s clothes are your neon poem, call me. I’ll be here, on hold, won’t have eaten, but won’t rewrite. You are new ink that will not dry. Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 05:15 PM PST 0 • 8
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