Chapter 9: Lunch?

He asked if he could take me to lunch,

say,

a café.

That’s a waste of money, I replied,

and besides, I’d rather eat under a tree,

fresh air and sound of bees.

Make something and bring it to me.

(To be continued…)

 

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Bitter. Sweet. Somethings.

He whispers sweet somethings in my ear.

I smile, aware that I’m dreaming.

Gutted inside and mind,

waiting for the next stab in the back.

 

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Inspired By Desire, Preserved In Mind & Stone

Women, men,

deep and shallow,

we all want to be liked,

appreciated,

ultimately desired.

 

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… And Other Terms Of Endearment

 

In my dream,

he kissed me passionately,

told me I was beautiful.

He licked my neck and said:

“I wanna fuck your brains out!”

… And other terms of endearment,

such I dream.

 

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