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Soft
There she stands beside herself
fraternizing yet again with the enemy
beholden, she is, to the demons in her eyes
payment is due and she can't afford this trip
across that river of beer, blood, and urine
foul-stenched reality burns
Ever so soft to the touch
softer still to the eyes
yet sharp, so very sharp, to the soul
and cancerous to the tongue
a rabid bite, she leaves
an open, flowing puncture wound
bleeding the tears of a corpse
on live rose petals
Lauren:
This poem is written with so much love and sensuality.Your words in this poem expresses a deep feeling of beauty which I really really enjoyed. You definitely are a very gifted poet. Please keep writing. Take care.
Regards,
Dave Richardson
4/02/03