Sensual metaphors

justñ

why
did you do that
and why did you play hard
with dirty dancers
your answers do not please me
and I can't respond to your questions
when I am the floor beneath your feet
wiping footprints..
 
Hello,
I like Metaphors poem. so i have post one ths poem

I am a river that finds its way
I am a candle that beams a say
I am a flower that opens wide
I am a bee that works the ride.

I am a caterpillar in a cocoon
I am a butterfly emerging soon
I am a pond that looks within
I am a man of top spin.

Thank you,
 
the vegetarian

a woman like her
made him yearn to leap from great heights
turn cannibal
 
tremble

strike me weak
if you think
I fall in your
gentle need near
yes
you heard my
testimonial
every little thing
is centerpoint
better not tell you
my white knight
fled on the gospel
of my loins
tendered

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tree

what quickens the root
of verse
fact scenes timed
in fabric hood
neck woods opened
I'll leverage its trappings
and take its mechanical king key
bordered by wings with no wind
believe me I'll hook her source
and penetrate silence breathing
now knotted I've played
 
consume

what quickens the root
of verse
fact scenes timed
in fabric hood
neck woods opened
I'll lay leverage its trappings
and take its mechanical king key
bordered by wings with no wind
believe me I'll hook her source
and penetrate silence breathing
now knotted I've played hookie
and now play dead....
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who is left to sell...
 
go figure

some of us give in dicey time
chopped moments
of claimed
others are claimed by drama
uncut
 
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stoned

your fastened noose
coils round fire
soles of my feet
dance desire
I cross two fingers
and whisper a please
forget me what's knot
and remember
my breed
unbroken
 
Living with my addiction
to your narcotic smile
and amphetamine fingers,
waking wanting you,
knowing the want in me
made me want you more.
 
tempest

tried to bury this world under the buffalo moon
rush with the flutes and drums
I trance....
hum wind howl flute
break dark damn tears
haunt me with feathers and string kings
happy is the music
halfed is my heart
stopped is desire
when the skirt whirls
and the paper is spent
 
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flower

grow me pale in
your mirror
add the distance
and I am starseed
bleached
in cycle sighs
if only tides between the lines
ocean filtered could stir me


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gimme

the vegetarian

a woman like her
made him yearn to leap from great heights
turn cannibal

lightning stirs
sheep
system follows
the yes is canned
and the no croweded future bling
sleeps
 
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drama

his heather....
street named
and searched as a reason
there is a secret on Heather Lane
soon the time will open
and things be known of why
so many souls had to pay the price
of ownership of knowing no public
property called there of
 
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