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the sunset keeper
by Cole Atkinsoni see you,
sunset keeper--
the fickle moon blade
inches from your lovely throat.
sweating tears
and bleeding rain,
i guess you feel
like god's favorite whore.
i can help you.
love me,
sunset keeper,
and i'll show you a sunrise.
05/03/2011 Author's Note: Abstract. The message behind it is whatever you want it to be.
Posted on 05/03/2011
Copyright © 2024 Cole Atkinson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/03/11 at 09:16 PM This has the quiet wit and style of a nicely-captured five a.m. musing. It's good stuff. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/03/11 at 09:19 PM ...sunsets, sunrises, keepers and all; i like the play with this; and don't think i can't make something of it...i can and do. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/15/11 at 09:08 PM Nicely done. |
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