In case of literary criticism... calling all writers

Sep 22, 2005 10:41

Feel free to post anything constructive that reading this may illicit. Alliteration, triteness, flow, etc. It's for the expansion of my growth as a writer. Thanks.

Oh. (Sept, 05)

Oh, my inappropriate desire
this fire I can barely hide inside. Flirting
its Tupperware seal, the container
burping, slurping, mockingly alerting.
Tempting me to tear my moral fabric
into shredded pieces. Forbidden is the fruit
you are growing. I am not a virgin,
in fact, many times a lover. And fret not,
fighting is not my style, unless
its under the covers, or in sports. Yet,
uneasily could I confess my thoughts
which cause myself such pangs, because
without a doubt, I wonder
where are all these feelings
for the man already next to me
in my bed, unaware or just uncaring?

poem

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