If you have any suggestions, please, let me know (I won't pay you for them or give you any credit, but you get the reward of having helped someone. Apparently, that feels nice.)
| I am the laughing eyes, the tear stained face The droll remark, the sweet embrace Writhing naked on the floor Oh yes, at times I am the whore Shrieked out a child from womb to earth Twisted pain and soulful mirth All the rules and each exception Sprayer of wrath in every direction Passion shooter, thighs, ass, hands Fleeting trysts and wedding bands Mother, writer, drinker, cook Shrivel your bones disdainful look Liberating salvation, possessive traction Your most frustrating satisfaction. Anna Russell |
1 comments:
Bless me weary fingers, I left the comment & suggested title for this poem on the blog entry immediately preceeding it - never was too good with technologica ... apologies!
A good title is "I Am..."
Rgds, Ivan
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