she's the shape,
ripeness,
i suppose even color you want
and you'll understand
"it's what's inside that counts"
only when you take a bite,
fall back on the bed
and the vultures begin to circle
over your dizzying head
poisonous fruit
need draw attraction
visually
but you're the one who sees it
see, you're the snake,
the Adam,
the Eve,
she's just the fruit
that stops your Eden
she's the shape,
ripeness,
i suppose even color you want
and you'll understand
..only when you're dead
shortly after you take a bite,
fall back on the bed
and the vultures begin to circle
over your dizzying head
This spellbinding work is one
This spellbinding work is one of the best poetic descriptions of this alluring archetype I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Your femme fatale, "the shape/ ripeness/ i suppose even color you want" lures the reader through some very electrifying, pulsating lines.
This would make a wonderful song. I'm hearing it!
A very enjoyable experience.
That was an amazing journey
That was an amazing journey to read and experience (however vicariously, of course) thoughts on dying with tasteful and insightful lift. Thanks for sharing.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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