| why he carries
one. he had strong arms plated with gold.
two. his ribcage and his cranium too.
three. the sun shined on my skin.
three. he shined brighter he said.
four. he placed an apparently gentle hand on my knee.
four. he was granting my skin with his glitter he said.
five. he ran his fingers up my sunlit leg.
five. in the process he crushed the lilacs lining my thigh.
six. he was asking for the impossible.
six. impossible he could never get.
seven. 12 karat. he had bought it from a half devil. only half good he could be.
rusted gold for fingertips |
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gold & lilacs
PoesieHuman nature is all about trying to fit into the normality of society despite its own simplicity and complications First place winner in THE SINNE AWARDS
