newtothis
11/14/09, 07:52 AM
Enfolded by the shower sheets of drops
Of lemon juice and sparkling wines; and tarts
Whose scent covers my head and clothes my toes
With cherry shoes and crescent socks. I spin,
My effervescence gleaming from my lips;
For when they open, magic happens.
A savage tongue lets loose my lucky charms;
My joy and barbarism tell him how
I rant, I weep, I moan, I kiss ecstasy,
but then I fall into the memory
Of onyx stairs, promises made; for I,
I dreamt of midnight's long forgotten slave.
I could not dare to speak; nor would he dare
To dream of me whom fortune has forgot.
This slave, he drools, he lusts, ingests, then moans.
He tries to then atone by asking more
Of me, whose scent has turned putrid.
The more he takes, the less I shine. My charms,
They shrivel into brine. Enshrouded by
this silence, I sweat lemon juice and weep.
Of lemon juice and sparkling wines; and tarts
Whose scent covers my head and clothes my toes
With cherry shoes and crescent socks. I spin,
My effervescence gleaming from my lips;
For when they open, magic happens.
A savage tongue lets loose my lucky charms;
My joy and barbarism tell him how
I rant, I weep, I moan, I kiss ecstasy,
but then I fall into the memory
Of onyx stairs, promises made; for I,
I dreamt of midnight's long forgotten slave.
I could not dare to speak; nor would he dare
To dream of me whom fortune has forgot.
This slave, he drools, he lusts, ingests, then moans.
He tries to then atone by asking more
Of me, whose scent has turned putrid.
The more he takes, the less I shine. My charms,
They shrivel into brine. Enshrouded by
this silence, I sweat lemon juice and weep.