Medulla

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    • xdavidabramx
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    Medulla

    MEDULLA

    Your eyes swing back and forth
    Like droplets of rain, heady on my dashboard
    On a crimson evening, despair wrought with glory
    Your tender kisses gone, replaced by the subtle chapping on your lips
    As the night fades into darkness and the blindness creeps over the edge
    Of my labyrinth to save me from your evil hell, your evil gaze

    Everything about you – evil
    I fell in love with the anti-Christ, a saint of a man
    Who adores me and bestows upon me
    Gifts of satin chic and velvet lust, love bubbling up under the hot water
    Of an incandescent light, a misty rain, and all throughout the course
    Of your meal, you stare, you glare at your meal like it was a living human
    Kissing it with force, breathing life into it while sucking it's blood with your finger-tips

    Only your finger-tips remain in my dream, giggling up and down
    Resounding in my head, “oh so lovely to see you, my darling,”
    “i know” now why do I not explain my feelings anymore

    I have no idea why, but the only reason that matters
    Is your eyes, swinging back and forth, telling me you love me
    Telling me you'll never leave me
    Telling me I'm too far away
    Telling me it's over
    Telling me I'm just too far gone for the love of any other
    As your eyes swing purple to my breasts
    And black to my heart


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    bluskyinthenite commented on Medulla

    04-29-2010

    Wow..... Your quit the young poet. Loved this write

    SammyBoo21 commented on Medulla

    06-18-2009

    WOW!!!! This poem is so moving!!! It's beautiful. I wish I could write like that. So many details but not too much. Enough to let the reader know, what is going on but not telling the whole story. Very creative.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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