PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

the day disappears it goes away

but the night certainly is not M.I.A.

is it dry here desert woman?

I’ll drink your tears if they taste like lemon

or is it as wet as it can get

so make me a bet it will leave you forever in my debt

but it is something that you will never regret

just call it a little game of cold sweat roulette

you and your shy tan in the chains of your sentence

a barren fragrance accompanies you in your sentience

less than a link it is all sweet pressure

a requiem of silent lament stills her form of pleasure

contemplation of other people’s curtains leaves her when aroused

but still she is the ravenous reader of the countless or more versions she has browsed