What We Are

Strangely
We
Are
The
Desire
We
Can't
Feed.
My
Love
Is
Gentle
Like
A
Cactus
Reed,
Thirsty
For
Your
Acid
Rain.
Baby ,
We're
All
We
Have.
But
I'll
End up
Drinking
You
In.
You'll
End
Up
Inside
My
Thorns
And
Bristles .
You
Can't
Break
Through.
No one
Wins.
We
Are
Lovers
With
Bitter
Mouths
And
Calloused
Skin .

Reviews

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

I really wish this had been formatted in a little bit different of a way, but other than that this is amazing and the imagery is vividly done while still progressing the message further. Interesting write.

[Roger Turgeon]

Toxic to one another yet unable to remove ourselves. Love is full of bristles and thorns.... I do remember getting so close that those thorns drew blood.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no matter how many words, we just can't describe ourselves...i like the one word lines, effective.

i also like the constant contradictions..."the lovers with bitter mouths and calloused skin"

great imagery there too...felt the push and pull here.

[Alexx Wake]

Interesting structure, with all the right meaning.
"We are lovers with bitter mouth & calloused skin"