Out(H)er Space

Out(H)er Space

A Poem by sinNsincerity

Mrs.Vixen,
please bless him.
Yes he.
Better yet,
be Mystic.

Kissless, especially when your quickening of solemn bliss commits the offense of sporting Celtic green lipstick.

So grimy...
Come find Me.
If so-
So smite me

right where
your shamrock heart felt apart
and where you buried the dried up leafs crumbled up somewhere in between the weeks.

Love was born forever and the ink spilled in and beyond the sheets.
I know I say good bye, but I don't know,
I don't know. The poetry keeps telling me to continue the worship of thee.

You asked for three, but I gave you six.
No wishes, just bites,
so let the coffin nail pins sink into your skin.

Please bless him



© 2017 sinNsincerity



Author's Note

sinNsincerity
Gothspel
SEGA
I acknowledge the power of magik

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A mysterious, engaging and lovely poem!
Many different phrases added to describe the situation which made it even better to read!
Well done, keep it up :)

Posted 3 Months Ago


The poem. Left questions and me wanting to know more my friend. I liked the twist of words and thoughts. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Months Ago


maybe a secret lover,maybe it`s ending

Posted 3 Months Ago


ouch ... reads very personal .. hope all are well and healing despite the bites :( kind of like a page from a diary to me
E.


Posted 3 Months Ago


It seems to jump around a lot between the lines
however, you supplied the breaks with stanzas
and it is somewhat reflective on the title.
Reads like a letter or a wish.


Posted 3 Months Ago



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