I had an inkling
More than delicate tears
and soft lips
More than a sip
from your golden malice
Unfettered by affection
Surrounded by miser’s smiles
In the aftertaste
of your voracious tongue
The rolling apples
of your words
Beneath
the dimly vanishing
The common language
of selfish flesh
6 comments:
Your words are like strawberries mixed with apple candy....
Busous sweety Busous
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Wonderful words as usual Amanda. Ben
Are you now 'savaging' Eros to rescue the spirit from the selfish chains of ego pleasures?
Your little glass pen cuts clear and sheer, dear.
Searing intensity staring down the wild calls.
those rolling apples sound dangerously delicious. this poem is on fire, Amanda. well done!
A sad dance this.
Ztolk
Yeeow!
I particularly like 'malice' instead of 'chalice', and 'Unfettered by affection'.
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