Ooo, might I submit
the thought is not old
fluid dreams demand
that you have control.
Never lose sight of treasures
buried so deep in your will
my anticipation's delight
grows to a stuffed swill.
Gasping for that first breath
after the soft whisper of pain
peaks rising to descend
begging you to do it again.
DelCano 2004 August
2 comments:
Thought I had submitted
but can't find not one sign
that the poem was ever here
might I have lost my mind.
But then you even said
you commented on it too
Hmm, perhaps not only me
I am nutty. What about you.
:)
A pleasureable pain
is felt as your need
but what you need now
is to breathe, man, breathe!!
Demanded. *Wink!*
A delicious submission....
Hugs!
Chris
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