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one dirty spark
by Wendy Gealhow acute, these burns
smoldering with sweet ignite and
wounds crying out- this blood
is wicked- grave and lit undying
i am solitudes jezebel, in one dirty spark
he is kissing me with his sweet lips,
he is brushing me sofly,
skin sinning against mine
in my silence- cave roaring louder
than the streams of curdling screams
flowing from the darkest depths of me
in my sweet seclusion 03/08/2004 Posted on 03/09/2004
Copyright © 2025 Wendy Geal
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/10/04 at 02:18 PM Eye opening and thought provoking read Wendy. Killer opening two lines just drew me right in. :o) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 03/15/04 at 01:15 AM 'wounds crying out'.....'with sweet ignite'...in seclusion. The scene is distint. The following pain bearing associations too. |
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