by Jeph Johnson
I love you like an illness,
that is terminal and killing
the things inside me willing
to live outside disease.
I need you like a gasp,
a last breath before the task
of an exasperated plastic
bag struggle with your tease.
I want you like destruction,
to tear down all the corruption
that is plaguing my production
of joyous poetry.
I worship you like Jesus,
falling down to wash your feet,
with my tears caress you sweetly,
only now I am complete.
damn... that was awesome
That was deep. It seems you put alot of thought in this. So strong and emotional. I liked it alot.
ABSTRACT & BEAUTIFUL SOFT AND COARSE ~ I LIKE IT VERY MUCH
This is a pretty kick-ass piece! I like it alot. More each time that I read it. THIS IS REAL POETRY!! The emotion in this one is so raw, so unbridled. It really is incredible that you have captured it this well. Great piece.
Another poem of beauty from the real poetry guy~LOL The reference to worship a little strong, but your own "bad-ass" edge that comes across in some of your work.