sprinkled
like a cupcake
all gooey, fluffy pink
on my nose, on my lips, licking
tasty
I'm still thinking of Aunt Shecky's short story!
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sprinkled
like a cupcake
all gooey, fluffy pink
on my nose, on my lips, licking
tasty
I'm still thinking of Aunt Shecky's short story!
sprinkled
with dots of love,
my heart had no more space
for more dots becoming itself
a dot
you are over speeding :)
tasty
like a plum cake
was the taste of your kiss
but why it tastes so sour now
tell me ?
tell me
what the bees say
about the beekeeper,
his touch, the song he hums that makes
them dance
them dance,
them sing with joy,
when the bee keeper comes,
strips them of their hard earned honey
and leaves
and leaves
lay on the ground
waiting to be crushed by
a swarm of kids running to school
crippled
crippled
this morning's news
she was so beautiful
why did you taunt and tease her so
excuse
excuse
the bruise mister,
this splash heals to moonlight
pale and soft, your eager kiss stills
my skin.
my skin
is thick today
but life will thin it out
all the better to see that I'm
alive
alive,
warm flesh and blood
proving the life in me,
a reluctant heart still soused in
dead dread...
dead dread,
strange beginning,
death, but we are like seeds,
out of the husk a flower blooms
rose red
rose red,
violets blue,
promises kept to break,
Love loved to forget, hate, hurt, and
regain...
regain
but worth the fight?
too much competition
leaves me so unworthy, but yet
trying
trying
to be like clouds,
first bird leapt into space,
fell until the sky's arms caught her
with love
with love
the sky bows down
and kisses the earth's face;
the earth turns all green, blue and red
in love