Open Poetry #13 |
Humans Feast |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
I taste your toes Till I can slurp your skin, I bathe in your blood Till I feel warm, Your brain I serve As a side dish- Of dessert, Nails of yours- I lick, With your tongue, I wipe my face, Your eyes like nuts, Crack opened- And munch, With the wine, Dinner time.. Ronil (Inspiration for my poems is all around me for my muse is my reality.) |
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Embers_Before_God Member
since 2001-03-06
Posts 101USA |
Interesting, indeed...I felt in worthy enough to receive a comment (that's really how I choose the poems I comment on--the lack of their comments). I enjoyed the read spectacularly...Embers |
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