- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Careless
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Click hereLate night, spiders whisper "Don't start, no,
don't dream. Not tonight."
They are wise, widows aware that
stardust is just soul ashes.
Verbal, he's sharp – Aries.
I'm on the tip of his ram horns,
And I'm giddy with his wit, his sweet insensitivity.
Touch me, daring Aries,
even in my fantasies.
Widow spiders are window spiders
and they can weep for me.
But I, I'm having the time of my life
even as I'm dying.
Kiss me goodbye – dry tongued angel –
A shooting star is all I am: falling, so obviously,
Down...and shedding all I am along the way.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 17 years agoBecoming life's shooting star, spreading your self out amongst the firmament.
Anonymousalmost 18 years agoof the day in my opinion. Your imagery is great, esp in the first stanza:
'Late night, spiders whisper "Don't start, no,
don't dream. Not tonight."
They are wise, widows aware that
stardust is just soul ashes.'
This is simply awesome
