Tweezing Poetic-poem #2 by SG
RIPE
don't look at me
with that face so ripe
that these pearls would bite so gently
as your sweet juice dripped from my chin
don't smile to me when I swish and sway
(just cause I knew you were looking)
and make me feel like your next dance could be my very own
don't stare as I walk away
your eyes burning holes-
stirring my stomach through the small of my back
and the curves I know that lead you there
don't light those eyes for me
puddles afire
the oceans of satiety
from which, I will never my thirst quench
don't you know that
I stare
that I
light
that I
swish
that I
burn
that I
thirst
that I will smile
eventhough I ask you not
don't look at me
with that face so ripe
that these pearls would bite so gently
as your sweet juice dripped from my chin
don't smile to me when I swish and sway
(just cause I knew you were looking)
and make me feel like your next dance could be my very own
don't stare as I walk away
your eyes burning holes-
stirring my stomach through the small of my back
and the curves I know that lead you there
don't light those eyes for me
puddles afire
the oceans of satiety
from which, I will never my thirst quench
don't you know that
I stare
that I
light
that I
swish
that I
burn
that I
thirst
that I will smile
eventhough I ask you not
posted by 29 and mighy fine at 5:47 PM
1 Comments:
This is a beautiful and very intimate poem. I'm curious about what (who?) prompted you to write it? Makes me think of the guy in mini-soda...
-hooo hoooo says the Owl in Michigan
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