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 Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:07 am
Cherries.
It popped between her fingers
And juice, like blood, ran down her hand.
The simple, serene destruction
Of life by careless man.
Left with but the skin,
Twisted idly to and fro.
Rolled between her polished fingers
Like the baker rolls the dough.
A tentative tongue licks languidly
At the juice that’s running down.
The sweet taste of destruction,
One taste and you will drown.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:18 am
great poem, but can't help but ask isn't "two" supposed to be "to" Quote: Twisted idly two and fro.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 7:45 pm
Samuel Grant great poem, but can't help but ask isn't "two" supposed to be "to" Quote: Twisted idly two and fro. Ach! You are correct! *fixes* Autocorrect at its finest I'm afraid stare
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 8:20 pm
FrostedMidnight Samuel Grant great poem, but can't help but ask isn't "two" supposed to be "to" Quote: Twisted idly two and fro. Ach! You are correct! *fixes* Autocorrect at its finest I'm afraid stare lol you're welcome.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:15 am
I like it and nice save Samuel.It was "to".This poem has a dark side to it that I really enjoy.Cute avatar by the way.
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