On a cold day in January
A middled aged poet
Whose work they use to read
Sits.
Overwhelmed by poetry tag
Intruding thoughts had
That no will ever
Understand.
Within a villianous hour
Unafraid of outcome
I might do what I shouldn't
But I mustn't.
When agreed love is alien
To desires overflow
No matters can veiwed
By public spectacles.
Which makes things so seductive
To all my hidden whims
Igniting sexy nightmares
Too often I have screamed.
No, no, no!
But tell this to my heart
Within an angelic moment
When I have them.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Villianous Hour
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2 comments:
This is amazing Mr. Carlus. I am such an admirer of your work.
Wonderful!
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