building worth [iteration 1]

i dont have 1000 words
to tell you what i see
only conjured celluloid-mind
looping, morphing to pleasureís need

your words bulldoze time
into mounds of sticky gluey now
doing the doing of meth-crazed minds
for your effect is not much different
than a needle
deep in a vein
overwhelmingly euphoric
with all fingers on repeat

i love being your moth
drawn frantically to your heat
even if it hurts

mindlessly frenetic
i need not sleep
or rest
if iím awake it is you
that makes me a happy sapy clown

i want more of that mind
as i savor thoughts of your body
without allegory or meaning

i, just a sidewalk
for colored chalk and heels
where moonlight shines
for your power stroll
to walk upon me
with your white hot desires
till i learn all those words
and become
a monkey

sing upon me
all your cruel ways
of tender caresses
and whips that make messes
of wills that are crushed
in the wake of your story

ill cover puddles
with ego as limp as a willow
to show chivalry rejiggered
till your path
brings you nearer
Written by poetrician
Author's Note
my rhythms are off...this will be revised continually until they matche its sentiment. a lesson to young poets of what not to do...a reveal before completion...makes one an undisciplined newt
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 1
comments 2 reads 515
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
Today 11:51pm by Northern_Soul
Today 11:50pm by Northern_Soul
Today 11:23pm by Tallen
Today 9:50pm by Tallen
Today 10:23am by Northern_Soul
Today 4:38am by SweetKittyCat5