Bed Of Flowers
Resided on my abdomen
Rested like lumber
In a slothful crusade
About my enamour
Subsided horizontally
Beside my parallel adjure
In my bed of flowers
On top of me
Buried deep inside of me
Like quarrymen
Penetrated to puncture me whole
In the orifice
Where boarders part
You may also like
REST IN PIECES
Rest in piecesThe remnants of my shattered heart
Crossroads
And when I leave this placeHere I goOnward through to the meadowy lands
So Long
If you must leaveThen let it be like thisWith a thoroughfare of pastimesOf our fondest of memorie
Post a comment
You must be logged in to post a comment.