in the morning storm
midnight thoughts are cracked
are collected and racked.
the moment tasted raw
passions now distorted
wrestling with this flaw.
running over with lust
dripping and wasted with no where to go.
years later lost touch
her fire brazen still glows
in my memory
she still flows.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|KristenK3 (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, January 16 2003, 06:10 am|
Wow, this one is lovely, twisty with conflict and full of rich, tasty imagery. That sounded weird, but I mean it as the highest compliment, Mental. I also feel a bit jealous of this girl...Kristen
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