Open Poetry #37 |
they call me 'Desire' - rough |
Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
When did a touch, a flutter of eyelids affect a man Well from the grounds of stupidity We've always been the same We don't understand women Self-protection I assume And sleep under tables with dogs Flees I presume To acknowledge how valuable Sleep can sometimes be When you are earning and proving Thanks for the sym-metry Tiger tiger where's the flame Coming on my back Yes I can feel the heat and scars a matter of pride, clatter, clatter, clack Run down my back For I'm the will of everyone The one who'se 'always there' Always the father of every child That needs someone to adopt that stare Yes I am the father of everyone they call 'Desire' Of what or when or whatever The glare Is a smile open wide and no resemblance to me dave |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"When did a touch, a flutter of eyelids affect a man Well from the grounds of stupidity We've always been the same We don't understand women" Enjoyed the read Dave.. But are we really that hard to understand?? Hugs~Nancy ~ Trace my body with your words, |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
I really liked this... ‘I want to swim away |
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