05 May

My wrappings are undone
And I gorge myself on the feeling
The emptiness
You find so attractive in me.

You twisted it all
Turned me into a game
You still play me…
Though you left an age ago.

Hipbones, cheekbones
That perfection you found so sweet
In me.

(c) 2007

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Posted by on May 5, 2011 in Poetry


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One response to “Concave

  1. Penelope Luke

    May 11, 2011 at 9:12 pm

    I enjoyed reading your poem. You have a great way of using words to create a picture.


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