The Last Tussle
Sinking deep within my usual pattern
My mind melts like American cheese
As I pry out a reason for you leaving
Crying about your placid freedom
.
But in my pain and haste I neglect compassion
And brace myself for an arriving storm
Surrounding me even now with dark clouds
I throw salt over my shoulder and crave
.
The memory of your elusive tautness
The moves that make you exclaim
A note of emotional release that shatters our silence
As you drive me down further and call out my name
.
You smell of hormone laden after shave
I smell of dread and sex
As you impale me with your favorite rapier
Just before you leave
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was posted on Aug 24, 2009 by
InfinityMan.
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"A poem about the discovery of a secret (maybe you could see that in the title?)"
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Love / Romance, Mature Themes
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