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'She' speaks to 'He' in Poetry
He swims like a fish around stones
Darting responsibility
Goliath's David
Hair shines like eighteen carat gold
Burnished from edgy omnipresent sun
He is twinned like a double barrel gun
Burnt out until he is blasted.
Locked in a moment
One event changing everything
The images distorted
Introducing a parallel universe
Till deaths sweet release
He will fast on a bitter feast
Of redundant lies and accomodating whores
Behind the slammed doors
during silent suckling
He will pray to his damaged Gods
To release him from his emotional baggage.
Confetti-fed he lures them to bed
aching with futuristic longing
Within the ebb and flow
Ice-cream sweat
Hot fudge dreaming.
He bows down to a pyramid mentor
matriarchal yet androgynous
His sultry siren.
'She' speaks to 'He' in poetry
In tongues, desperately
sensing his need,
affectionate greed
Need to be needed.
Subliminal messages are born
He tries to pretend he is emotionally dead
He doesn't hear
Inside his guts are ripped apart.
All the negatives he adorns on she
Anger, Hostility, Pride
He mirrors her
Without acknowledgement.
Languishing in lust-lorn regret
With self pity to beat himself to death
'She' speaks to 'He' in poetry
Though he hears not.
I like this alot. I wouldnt mind hearing a story behind it! Good job!!
Excellent. It describes the tortured person perfectly. the hair colour gives it away.