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Didn’t have the time, but that’s just fine, you never had me come to you and bear this treacherous sanguinolent soul of mine. Waiting through long, immortal memories to align your ardorous ruminations with a honey-tongued snare. Didn’t have the time, but that’s just fine. Twitching with greed and lusts oh so malign my rasping intentions multiply; a song of needles to tear this treacherous sanguinolent soul of mine. It all over took me, clamorously pulsing and carmine, smoldering to ashes and dispersing me among air. Didn’t have the time, but that’s just fine. Fever scouring through my groin screaming: my concubine find demise feasting by your hand or use me to spare this treacherous sanguinolent soul of mine. You’re lucky I died, unlived zealous means among my spine. Was going to feed you to my ire and sky of exasperated despair. Didn’t have the time. But that’s just fine. This poor treacherous sanguinolent soul of mine. |
This is really intense for some reason. To me anyway. I like the words you used even though I dont know what sanguinolent means, blood something. and I hadn't read the word carmine in awhile, which was nice. That always reminded me of a sensuous form of red you know? anyway, liked it. good poetry. Josh | Posted on 2007-10-15 00:00:00 | by MC white | [ Reply to This ] | |