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by Alisa Jsdon't you dare speak to me with those words
those words that say
we're quite familiar
in that intimate sway lovers share,
you don't know me
like that.
it's only blatant desire
unscathed
untested
relentless.
and yet, you pursue me with words
wrapped around the heat of a throbbing intention,
words won't hold me
when the nights stretch
and sleep runs with the last lie behind her skirt
as she swaggers in
with that condescending eye
reminding you one too many times
how you're not quite the man you could have been
and it's all your fault
is this what you call love?
never!
I don't think you've met love
as that, to me is nothing more
than the grinding of testicles
by fema-nazi shoes,
blood red stiletto heels
splatter across the wall any vestige left
of some dangling hope,
talk to me and tell me truth
make me see,
but never dribble those useless words,
show me now and make me feel
the need of you ...
05/15/2008 Posted on 05/16/2008
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 05/16/08 at 10:29 AM Excellent.... I loved the word choice and useage..... |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 05/16/08 at 04:17 PM This is really intense. I really like this one alot! BTW... Aloha! I will be visiting your lovely state next month. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/16/08 at 06:43 PM ...dribble these useless words...ahhh alisajas, what a mouth and heartful, well written, i see the limits of what to do and not to do and that's fair enough, eh?...charlie |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 05/17/08 at 05:44 AM Ohhhh...."the heat of a throbbing intention"....you sizzle truth with scorching words! Love this...adding to faves! MFS |
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