Prelude
This is a rather cold poem, but it’s truthful in the way that it deals with trust and ignorance. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
By Marie Gordon
You could tweet like a wizard
Silky divulgences
Braiding in my humble brain
Your smooth jaded wisdom
You could sing like a sea snake
Pungent temptations
Slithered through my childish ears
The blood red beat of drums
You could howl like a vulture
Vicious revelations
Swooped over my cowered limbs
The tender meat of kings
You could hum like a Viking
Subtle brutalities
Nipping my swollen heels
The quiet rush of lust
You could sing to me cool tones
Rushing enticements
Only to shred the noose
Over my sweet blue lips
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Damn…that’s sad. I hesitate to agree that wisdom comes too late, though. Or at least that’s the way I’m reading it…