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Nineteen Nymphs and a Virgin

Bang the drum and she
will come

nineteen nymphs in a row
but you want the virgin;

never
touched, never kissed.

The rougest of lips

bite down at your tongue
in your sleep.

You wake up and you bleed
with a warning.

Morning delight scorching your
pillow

but she’s not there

not in those loveless arms, that try
to remember lost causes

lost hearts.

Not even the dreamiest of dreams…

She’s jiust a puppet with pretty eyes.

And will always dance.

For you.

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10 responses »

  1. Good perspective. Great poem.

    Reply
  2. Owwwwwie, this is powerful!

    Reply
  3. That’s some serious spittle, G&T. Very creative, and pretty forceful, makes for some great images.

    Reply
  4. That’s a view from both sides of the bed.

    Reply

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