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I like it….sad but honest.
🙏
Thanks, Peter.
A heart-touching write!
I’m so glad you like it, M.E
Thank you
OMG… you died…
Exactly…
Now, look what you’ve done
Powerfully penned, Meg. Pulls at the heartstrings my friend, incredible write. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you so much, Damian!
DEAD CLIMAX….
Macabre ‘n cold, necrophiliac’s art,
bizarre love-making to an unbeating heart.
Mutuality is most that it lacks …
thus, it always ends in a “dead climax.”
See, Megan,
How pervertedly alluring you stimulate my warped poetic senses? Heehee-HEEE!👺😈
From the span of scrumptiously lip-lickingly erotic tales to mournfully sad Free Verse poetry, your fantasy imbued ink never skips a beat.
One might be left wondering what unfathomably deep, magical well you draw your brilliantly imaginative scenarios from … yet, even if I had a deliciously palastable bucketful, I’m not sure I’d know what to do with them.
Of course, your artwork choice and title are sheer perfection in leading us into the atmospheric aura that follows … imagery-gorged, offset lines create continuous interest, assuring every millisecond of attention will be held from one staccato line ’til gobsmacking finalé.
Even in death you deny him the arduous warmth he always craved
Ever, enviously yours! ⁓ Rascal🥂
LOL!
Make that “palatable” bucketful….
I have to apologize for the late response, Richard. I’m so in love with you. I just want to die in your arms every time I read a response to a poem. Your insight is so sexy and stimulating. Yeah, I have this ragdoll thing – a morbid fantasy based on an unmentionable experience. Take me to your basement.
The short, choppy lines, give this poem a gentle, elegiac quality which is suited to its subject. The first six lines “I will die … carry me to bed” are a serene pleasure to read.
Thank you so much for that, SeaCat! I appreciate the read!
I know one thing
I wouldn’t be flaccid around you
Unusual vulnerability and I love that
BIG LIKE