
I have stroked every shade
licked every hue, savored
the deeds done dirty
by poetic lines skewed
I draw dreams in charcoal
smudging the lines, nude
I worship the pain I dip into
my fingers, souvenirs of the lewd
I whisper daggers in code
seeking rescue in recluse, scarred
I crawl into your lap of gratitude
reveling in my soul’s dark mood
©05/2019
This enshrouded me, love it
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Thank you, Oldepunk — although, I have a very hard time calling you that because you do not write like an old punk at all. 🙂
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😅
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