Immortal, famous
those lovers we read about
attraction, never quite clear
never fully understood
as you climb atop that
gathering place
you call hell.
Temptation
that began out of no where,
out of this, I wondered,
how he kisses, is now,
out of control,
like jumping off a cliff
all the while, you are
someone else.
Was it the caramel color of your skin
reminding me of biting into a sweet confection?
I feel primal, layered
you tell me "I talk to much"
you retreat, yet i want more,
like a Buddha awaiting restoration
from serious neglect,
like a house plants needing water
but your friend figures,
"They die anyway, right?"
Temptation
that began out of no where
I can taste it on my tongue
like licorice flavored jellybeans.
I can feel it slippery
as i sink into it
like warm chocolate pudding cake, melting
caressing my taste buds with
exquisite delight.
I am inside it
around it...
Are you with me there
when you are silent
in your stoic mask
when you are,
with me.
Posted by poetry/muse6165
at 12:06 PM EST
Updated: Saturday, 01/08/2005 9:15 PM EST
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