Red Wings of Love
The bloody ink of my love
spills across the page - this page -
soaking into the absorbent paper - this paper -
like a menstrual print.
Here - I offer you my heart...
Take my bloody love - and be kind
for I am through with slack-jawed,
gun-toting rednecks
whose ignorant intolerance
of my armpit hair
has turned me to The One
who will love me completely
throughout my cycle.
O! For the love of a woman
willing to earn the coveted
Red Wings of Love!
That is surely the ultimate bliss!
In a tempest of passion and uncertainty,
you are like the ice-cold ice cream dripping
down the side of warm apple pie.
You are the union of opposites,
and the mystery.
spills across the page - this page -
soaking into the absorbent paper - this paper -
like a menstrual print.
Here - I offer you my heart...
Take my bloody love - and be kind
for I am through with slack-jawed,
gun-toting rednecks
whose ignorant intolerance
of my armpit hair
has turned me to The One
who will love me completely
throughout my cycle.
O! For the love of a woman
willing to earn the coveted
Red Wings of Love!
That is surely the ultimate bliss!
In a tempest of passion and uncertainty,
you are like the ice-cold ice cream dripping
down the side of warm apple pie.
You are the union of opposites,
and the mystery.
posted by Karen Wyman at 9:45 AM
3 Comments:
Your poems made my day. I hit the 'next blog' button and came upon yours and I can't stop laughing. Bravo!
Thanks, Matthew. I'm so glad you enjoyed them! I'll check out your blog!
Yours truly,
YL
thirst for lustthirst for lustInteresting blog about your thirst for lust, keep up the good work thirst for lust thirst for lust
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