Carnivore Kisses

Carnivore Kisses

A Poem by Tim Lion

Strange glowing eyes

in the darkened corridor.

Sinister yellow upward stare.

 

You feel the warm

beastly tongue

caressing your fresh

wounds.

 

You freeze.

 

Wondering

if you can discern

between healing kisses

and some monster

licking the frosting

off of a muffin

that it’s about to

devour.

© 2011 Tim Lion


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1. I love muffins
2. I love monsters
3. this thing has the foreboding of not some silly painting of creatures, but more the idea of someone making you all better, or simply f*****g with you..

interesting

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I love the last stanza, very funny! It had a great twist and contrast about it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I freeze my heartbeats faster in anticipation, his glowing eyes holding me captive. You have no idea how bad I’d like to be that muffin ;) .. your poem was wonderfully written thank you for sharing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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LOL...last stanza had me in stitches...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a muffin?

you're too hard on yer-self..... feed the kitty more, quit playin' with his catnip...
fun stuff.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow. This is scary and interesting. Haha, It made me stop moving as I read it. It makes me think of the non-fluffy vampires, like Bram stoker's Dracula. The word "beastly" stands out in my mind after I read this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I had to chuckle at that final stanza - what a differentiation of possibilities... I'll take door number........ 1.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Tim Lion
Tim Lion

Lake Worth, FL



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Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..

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oh sorry, oh sorry,

A Poem by Tim Lion



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