Stuck in a red rectangular glass jar.
Akin to a coffin.
Take me out.
Feed me dead flowers.
Put me in your jar of hearts
and
bleed me out.
Make me your menagerie.
But,
let me ask,
Will you love me when I'm dead?
Or
when my mouth,
once filled with life becomes shut tight
So
that
I
can
no
longer
laugh.
The joy in my person
Gone.
Like our old love got lost in the heart of a lion I once tamed
But,
Let me ask you, lion heart
I hope her thighs moved better than mine.
I hope they consumed you
in the way that mine never could
Damn! I hope she tasted like milk and honey ,
I hope the taste of her flower scented flesh made you pray.
I hope the taste of her breast gave you redemption.
Lion heart ,
When she took you in,
I hope you called her name,
I hope you screamed,
I hope she lit a fire inside of you
I hope you left a piece of you inside her
I hope your souls amalgamated .
I hope she made you feel weak in the knees But Lion heart,
I hope every time you kissed her
Everytime and every moment you touched her
My face was permanently plastered in the periphery of your brain
I hope you called for me
to come for you
Because
Baby
You
could
only
cum
for
me.
YOU ARE READING
A wonderland of her own
PoetryWhen a man is flimsy with his words in his manner of speaking, he puts a pen on paper, inks his words and hopes to God, it's clear as glass what he feels inside. This is how Alice feels, her ink as muddled as her mind. Alice is me and these are my...
