i love little short fragments of poetry, because i am incapable of brevity and succinctness. the ending made me laugh, because i kid you not, last night a friend and i were on the phone and after a long silence i said-
'maybe the frog never turns into a prince. maybe we just kiss ourselves into believing they do'
why is making love to the devil so much more infinitely satisfying than f.ucking an angel?
i really, really, really like this piece. i avoided this site for a while because i felt it was being overrun with meaningless teenybopper poetry about random [censored] that had nothing to do with anything my life was about.
pieces like this, and writers like you prove me wrong. i'm glad i clicked on your name, on a whim. i'll be back for more. :)
original, comical, sexy, darling, daring, provocative. probably much like the writer.
be well. i'll be around more, lurking. getting crushes on your poetry. :)