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topic: sixteen shades of scintillation
by Rachelle Howethere is a scab on my ankle
that refuses to heal.
maybe i should quit picking at it.
the blood flows freely, and i am
intoxicated by the aroma that
i know i do not smell.
what has this world come to?
you prance around, you,
in those low-riders, those hip-huggers,
those shirts that make me drool for your mid-drift.
you, with your everything.
you, who sits there above the clouds,
looking down upon mortal men.
you, the sixteenth shade of my whole,
you, my scintillation.
you, the better half of me. 09/16/2003 Author's Note: topic by the illustrious don coffman
Posted on 09/17/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 09/17/03 at 04:28 AM I've gotta say, it's pretty good stuff, especially considering how quickly you managed to create it. A challenge well done... and now off I go to ponder yours. Hmm. |
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