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Insult in a Compliment
by Jody PrattDare not confess
this lucid dream
and perfect mess;
this salty taste
upon my breath or
the viciousness
that is undressed.
Your perfect tone
and all the rest,
and mighty throne
upon your breasts;
your simple face
does not express
my plain distaste
and all the zest.
Your faulty eyes
do not disguise
lies that lay in
perfect strides,
eager thighs and
running fingers
grouped in fives. 10/26/2011 Posted on 10/26/2011
Copyright © 2024 Jody Pratt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/26/11 at 11:14 PM I like the way those last two stanzas move together so seamlessly, but the first stanza is definitely good, too. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/27/11 at 01:27 AM I just wanted to mention that your last stanza is absolutely flawless, though. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/27/11 at 03:05 PM As the title suggests, wonderfully arranged expression of both in a nice tight, non-forced rhyme. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 01/09/12 at 01:19 PM Oh, I really like this! The meter is perfect and I can read it with either sarcasm or melancholy! I enjoyed this immensely.
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