Open Poetry #27 |
Vain? |
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Write about me. Describe my flame red hair, and my soft pale skin. Pen me as flawless, remind the paper of how beautiful I am when I cry. I was your warmth in the middle of the night. Write about me, inscribe in cut tree my deep, green eyes. Hollow sound, impact my rhythm. Write about the curves that road along my body. I washed the streets from your skin. But mostly, remember these things I've said are imaginary. For bodies are indistinguishable. And I am not vain, as you probably think this poem is about me. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
grins..this is great keep it up |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
terrific,,, A voice of honesty |
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