Seduction Poem So Far
Within bars that fall over sheets
French masochist, a man who needs
You are starving, you are a lie
Not even French, not even bi
A red toper, an effusion
Of meaning, sexual tension
Can unravel me without chance
And sew me back up in romance
If you were to look just at me
Space would collapse as it may be
A self-inverted vortex T
That hits me hard repeatedly
But I’d let it hit me times nine
Cause distance equals rate times time
But you know that, you are so smart
Speedball fucker, you’re body’s art
That has never been recognized
As ideals freely idolized.
You need abuse, a loose lining
Please don’t refuse, my fake crying
Pretentious indie pseudonym
I too, go by an anonym
I have an apple tree, then pink
Water, but I can’t eat or drink
Like you my anorexic God
Tantalus, my two-headed boy.
Now that milk rains down rapidly
I will take this moment for me
Tie it up with duct tape and rope
Open a drawer, sit and hope
That it never escapes my grasp
‘Cause in that moment I would gasp
And if you were to go away
I wouldn’t cry, that’d be okay
Since I first stole your youth from you
In a square bedroom that was blue
Saliva sank into unknown
Pores that had not ever been owned
And you didn’t know who you were
And I didn’t care what we were…
Recommend to me:
1. a movie.
2. a book.
3. a musical artist, song, or album.
4. an LJ user not on my friends list.
Copy and paste with your answers in my comments, then copy and paste the questions in your own journal.
French masochist, a man who needs
You are starving, you are a lie
Not even French, not even bi
A red toper, an effusion
Of meaning, sexual tension
Can unravel me without chance
And sew me back up in romance
If you were to look just at me
Space would collapse as it may be
A self-inverted vortex T
That hits me hard repeatedly
But I’d let it hit me times nine
Cause distance equals rate times time
But you know that, you are so smart
Speedball fucker, you’re body’s art
That has never been recognized
As ideals freely idolized.
You need abuse, a loose lining
Please don’t refuse, my fake crying
Pretentious indie pseudonym
I too, go by an anonym
I have an apple tree, then pink
Water, but I can’t eat or drink
Like you my anorexic God
Tantalus, my two-headed boy.
Now that milk rains down rapidly
I will take this moment for me
Tie it up with duct tape and rope
Open a drawer, sit and hope
That it never escapes my grasp
‘Cause in that moment I would gasp
And if you were to go away
I wouldn’t cry, that’d be okay
Since I first stole your youth from you
In a square bedroom that was blue
Saliva sank into unknown
Pores that had not ever been owned
And you didn’t know who you were
And I didn’t care what we were…
Recommend to me:
1. a movie.
2. a book.
3. a musical artist, song, or album.
4. an LJ user not on my friends list.
Copy and paste with your answers in my comments, then copy and paste the questions in your own journal.