This one is about passionate love. How we feel desperation and longing.


I feel you with my fingertips

Please, do not suppress my longing for you
when I can not see you, I feel you
with my fingertips.
As the shadows build its fort
when the morning comes
I stay in bed to avoid seeing you go.
My dreams are synthetic
and your lips as red as carmine.
When your callous eyes will not let me
out of your sight,
you are a carnivorous plant
and you're eating me alive.



Poetry by neeta
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Written on 2005-09-20 at 22:39

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I like this. so tender an dyet so brutal. good piece.
2005-09-23