sordid and repulsive
i recall your languid arm
smooth as wax
your summer blood smeared
on my tongue
sweet skin whispering
please worship me
——
floating and leaving no trace
sordid and repulsive
i recall your languid arm
smooth as wax
your summer blood smeared
on my tongue
sweet skin whispering
please worship me
——
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Holy shit. That was good.
Was it? I wasn’t so sure. Thanks very much.
This shows how the fridge oracle speaks differently to us all. 🙂
Yes it definitely channels into each of us through our own point of view! (K)
Yes, it does! 🙂
I’m not sure if I like the direction this conversation is going! 😱
No disrespect intended. I just think it’s funny that we can get the same basic pool of words and come up with such different poems. 🙂
Ha ha. I know. I was just kidding. But it is strange how the same set of words can be recombined to create so many different worlds.
I know, it is. And I guess we all choose to use some of the words and not others.
[…] Crow, “Smooth as Wax” […]
Damn. I’m a trollop for your words.
I am 100% good with that. Also, I thought you might like this. ❤️❤️❤️
Lol. I loved it, of course. ❤️💋
These words come from magnetic tombola voodoo? This takes me back to when I found out that Bowie lyrics were from newspaper cuttings. I still love Bowie. I should write a poem made up of the Epitaphs written about him. See how he likes it!
Go for it. But he’ll probably visit you. Which would make it totally worth it.
I’ll let you know how I get on.
Blimey, I hope so! 😀