Poem: Spoiled
Vacillating upon soft pink ballroom spheres
I’m not the wrecked canister I used to be
You could say I’m much better
But I’m under the weather
Can you swim to me so we make sure I don’t drown.
Watching & welcoming the 405 freeway all around me,
The rosy glow in the sky above me,
Thinking I’m so lucky
Bare bones
Clandestine flesh
Give me more of what’s left of yourself
To keep
To hold
To have
To mold
My sacred entity
My entitled serpent
My king
Poem: Spoiled [Continued]
But I would not dare to risk it all
I’m a near-colourless, fifty-nine carat, princess-cut diamond ring
Thickened in winter with faux animal fur
Frosted like December Christmas trees
I found you by the lake
The look you gave told me to leave
So I found a secret cave underground
Where I could make-believe
That we would forever create an abundant fervency
Quartz flames, flushed stars, total internal reflection
Light as good as mine
Darkness as keen as the mystery that engulfs you
Poem: Spoiled [Continued]
If the cards were in my favour
You would always show up
If the cards were in my favour
You would show up for me
If the cards were in my favour
You would always show up
If the cards were in my favour
You would show up for me
Poem: Spoiled [Continued]
Spoil me with
What’s left of yourself
Don’t hold your breath
Like I’m holding my breath
Spoil me with
What’s left of yourself
I’ll take it
I’ll take it
To have
To hold
To mold
To keep
Spoiled
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