CompensationA Poem by MoonAngel
The mystery lifted.
Or should have been lifted. But the night
Stands in my way. I don't fight.
Instead I compensate. Hang onto
Words of a one track mind.
Guess what I have on mine.
A flicker. A switch of electricity.
How does that compare to us? Your tongue
I never tasted, but your air wrapped
Me in ochre. I might savour the
Sour cherry lick of their offers.
But your's is black cherry.
And stains my mouth forever.
© 2011 MoonAngel
Edinburgh, United Kingdom
About“Kiss me and you'll know how important I am.” I'm a 19 year old English student. I'm quite dedicated to writing and I've been working on the Light After Fire series officially for ei.. more..