Just an aftertaste....................

Just an aftertaste....................

A Poem by +she plays with matches+

You stopped me at the first hello, an
 
older and charming handsome fellow
 
we quickly went from friends to lovers
 
I began to slaver for something more
 
I wanted to extinguish you, tasting
 
your salty skin, igniting a craving within
 
I need more to satisfy this palate, your
 
smell of blood sweet like punch, so I
 
pursue my first innocent lick and bite
 
only to get you stuck between my teeth
 
breaking fingers and splintering bones
 
I try to savor your affection in my mouth, but
 
what was once a confection has turned bitter
 
instead I had to swallow you down whole
 
bloated now from the weight of your soul.

© 2014 +she plays with matches+



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Well slap my a*s call me Charlie and tell me to see Wonka bars. The start gave me the impression the end would not be as harsh. But I loved it, the entire flow could have been someone's thoughts when lying in bed and having the ever important moment of clarity.

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The intro banality is not predicated.

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Whoa, what a poem! Very descrpitive and such metaphores. Well done, Muse!!

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MIB
Amazing words, It's like you can't get enough... then all of a sudden at the end you have too much... Awesome ;) love your work.

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This has bite , soul , lust and sadness all in one special piece. Been down the same road so I can identify with these words. Such talent and raw thoughts...Love this

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Muse, Muse, Muse! I feel like a child in your presence, waiting to grow up :) This is brilliant!

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J
ah a sharp cry for something that cannot be rekindled, trailing along the track caught at the rein of what you want, soon flung out to wrack by the dead weight of what you have.

you truely are a woman of swept vision - lovely :)

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Well, I dont know much about your style yet. But this started off great and then got a little scary.

I am impressed by your imagination though. You seem to like color??

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This is simply fantastic.

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Wow. "...bloated now from the weight of your soul." I understand, and like the way you put this very much.

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Yes...that about says it all. A really good poem. A lament in 3D. We don't always get what we think we are getting...

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Added on June 22, 2011
Last Updated on June 8, 2014
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