Bittersweet Box
By metaphormachine
Quick - street devotions, deadlock sign
he watches, no words
are sufficient, often, no words - but lilac wine
will help
on these occasions, for insomniacs, abrupt decline
nights - to fill.
In invisible cases, hulls
Give the will a door, my bittersweet box
milk taste, flagging my overnight lulls
here in these aloneness places.
What would I give for a switch, caretaker of my brain
here in the protective screen, an administrator, nothing is in vain
nocturnal, usually a cold, cold, cold
breath, to me, that night.
Butterflies can be beautiful ...
Without you - no light
& it breaks, loose, break through, with more weight
the neurons, bushes, bush, babies, devotion & submission
cuntlicker in company, in camera
in company & in pursuit we are consolidated freight
sulphur & like magnetotactic bacteria
it can usually live with.
Enjoy the silence!
Because when they left us without mundane projectiles
to shoot
projections worthwhile, usually only the drones
& on the imperial thrones
of our hormones
biochemistry, ruler
Let it happen!
& flow it is ...
Author's Note:
Poem 11 - Book 7 of 15 - My Word - The Void / God Views - God Views -Comments on "Bittersweet Box"
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A former member wrote:
i found this despairing, devoid of bliss and fulfillment... a sort of que sera sera at the end there. perhaps i have read it differently than you intended because the others seem to think it kinky. oh well. i marvel at your skill all the same.
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On Saturday, February 9, 2013, Stephanie Sideways
(276) wrote:
Erotic peep show. (That's what I get.) X
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A former member wrote:
Wow that last stanza blew my mind!
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On Saturday, February 9, 2013, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Almost got this one but then I'm a bit thick at times, and this was indeed a marvellous portrayal with a catchy and irrestible title, flow on!