These layers of onion
Cups my moribund tears
Devour them
And let my sapient and
Convoluted vices sink in you.
Today, when you devour me
I shall sink into the bellydancer
She who drapes flag of freedom
Barking unheard wants.
They who touch also want to feel
She who feels
Touches only money
That’s the mist of seen and felt.
Like the hard vellum. Other side
Is never seen, never felt.
4 comments:
your line breaks play well with this poem jeeves, their effect set the tone and enhance the style. utilized the prompt to it's fullest, well done.
Agreed with Lawrence...and I like how you used the words in the prompt. Good write.
I love the notion of vices being both sapient and convulted.
Wonderful use of words. I loved the style!
And thanks for posting my link to TOP and RWP!
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