twelve peice fried hard

twelve peice fried hard

A Poem by Shirlena
"

inspired by a song

"

to part tenderness down the middle

let the natural essence be held and savored

as this voice suggests not wasting the content

yet it fails to comprehend how sweet it all is

but I didn’t cause you are the dozen

 

like the succulence stripped from the inner vine

of a honey suckle flower…one drip

but don’t yearn for a second

wanting to beg at the vacillating power

 

 

hoping it spills the rest…the way I want you smack dab

center of my hands

smell the crisp aroma of organically grown pieces

though you are not really a bird still the finest of your gender

tall enough for me to reach on tip toes

 

coke colored to climb

with snap of refreshing

I really don’t like comparing you to edibles and libation

I really do love rationing you little by little

saving some for later but not now

 

favorite tart green apple

to think there’s not an account of formal introduction

simply I am aware it’s gone happen

 

in the meantime I’ll marinate in comfort of  the decadence I imagine

 

and take that with fries

© 2014 Shirlena


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

168 Views
Added on February 3, 2014
Last Updated on February 3, 2014
Tags: intrigue, praise, presence, admiration

Author

Shirlena
Shirlena

About
I be lovin poetry and it be chosen to read Wanna get something across. I'll review you only...if you review me the soulest sistah is the soulest I mean... she gather's the best from grand lo.. more..

Writing
a sasquatch a sasquatch

A Poem by Shirlena