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boys aren't so pretty once the gloves are discarded
by Vere MantratriadI.
I lived inside a bubble
that you popped
with your forked tongue
II.
sleep is meant for
restless
unbridled
stories of
life and love
and other excretions
III.
cant you find a voice
that doesnt involve
emoticons? >:#
IV.
fine-crafted
wood between your hands
couldnt you caress me
without shaving so much off?
V.
you give me discounts
so far long after
Ive walked out the door 05/25/2006 Author's Note: chewed over (spitting out)
Posted on 05/26/2006
Copyright © 2024 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/26/06 at 04:00 AM a very intriguing piece! i want to know the backstory because this piece is so full of history.. very interesting! and well written!! |
| Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 05/28/06 at 05:04 PM I'm loving this one - each stanza packs a punch. Not sure I get V., though. |
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