its been so long
that touching the pen
seems as if im
making love to a stranger
desire radiates within the flesh
even as uneven strokes
create no pleasure
i weep for the words
that lay aborted
on white paper
blue is the blood
of the uncompleted verse
in need of the womb
of the creative muse
now wearing a chastity belt
copasetic soul,2008
bunny's boy publishing
all rights reserved
3 comments:
oooo i like i like
And i'm loving it...u need to break out that pen more often.
I already told you i really dig this right?
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