- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Pen in hand, hesitating
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Click hereThere are lines in her face,
hidden by santiy's spell,
visible only in full moon,
all hallow's eve.
And anytime
in privacy
with me.
Some are crayon painted,
extra smiles and blue eyes,
hearts and cats and ponies
not quite looking the part.
And a heart
on the tip
of her nose.
Others are carved scars,
trails of bleeding sores,
razor blade calligraphy,
controlled burns and
scratch bruises.
And salt
falling
from eyes.
Yet others - dermic ink,
devotional tattoo songs
chanted into her skin
with passing milestones.
Each one sunk
deep within,
cherished like
children.
And still, after all this -
a canvas like no other,
primed for a quill pen.
Ready now,
accepting
another
line.
// Kacper 2004 //
- COMMENTS
Maria2394over 19 years agoI cant believe I got here first. this is a beautiful, rather haunting poem, I really really like it a lot, and the one part, feels like its about cutting for release...a most difficult thing to deal with, much less write about, good work and thank you :)
