She flirts with the desire
beyond he means...
to appease laughter in caged fear
she sheds a tear to numb the inner pain
inside she hides from the insane
wrapped up in the madness between heaven & hell
yet she has a great story to tell
looks to sin, self & Satan to get by
very often to a substance that makes her get high
shadows block her mere appearance of skeletal extremity
blackened heart filled with stench with the residue of death
long hanging fangs dripping blood off side
she treads a fine line between two places
faces, hands & feet
Eruption
I sure hope she doesn't exist in reality, because if she does, she treated you very badly. On the other hand, if she's just imagination, that I'm sure the crowd that is thirsty for the next bloodthirsty story will goblet up like their morning breakfast.
Like Ed, any woman with blood dripping from her fangs is not even worthy of my acquaintance. Let her go bite someone else. I'm looking for soft kisses.
I prefer when she walks in beauty like the night, but
there are other stories to tell. Fangs dripping blood
can put a chill on my passions. She vants my blood...
A dreary tale, told well.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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Like Ed, any woman with blood dripping from her fangs is not even worthy of my acquaintance. Let her go bite someone else. I'm looking for soft kisses.
Ron
there are other stories to tell. Fangs dripping blood
can put a chill on my passions. She vants my blood...
A dreary tale, told well.