(Take 1)
I am not your cup of tea
She said
I'm too dark, too light
I taste bitter
And harsh
I bite
I run my course
Through your veins
Incite indigestion
Did I mention I'm insane?
She stirs her cup twice
I'll take two lumps
(Take 2)
She was easy to drink
Spilling over in a blue rimmed cup
She was dark and hot
Her breath wafting up
He took a sip, then frowned
He wasn't thirsty
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6 comments:
oh wow..well this is interesting!!Pretty cool..I always find the unexpected and something spicy!
OK..I can't help it..I'm doing a gallstone cleanse tonight! Lemon and Olive oil!! Yikes!!
Please have a wonderful evening and keep it up!! Very nice job-
The second one blew me away!
LOVE IT :) Your take on that was brilliant
oh yeah, you channeled a scene from my fav.
film noir genre - LUV. momentum and and
sexiness - first piece is tattooed on my mind.
brava.
Hey WG,
Wow you are so interesting I really enjoy what you write. I always leave here with so much to ponder!! well done!!:p
What a nice idea for a poem. I really enjoyed the interplay.
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