inadequate
"Our love must be inadquate,"
you tell me
"that's why you seek out
other skins
other lusts..."
But what if I tell you how
the day I was born
what an endless greed it was
that came over me
night after night
I puckered my lips
and bawled lustily
for my mother's breast
my face purple
the fevered zest of life
racking my tiny body.
What if I tell you how
even today
this greed courses unbounded
through my veins my gaze my loins
what if I tell you
there is no inadequacy
except in me.
you tell me
"that's why you seek out
other skins
other lusts..."
But what if I tell you how
the day I was born
what an endless greed it was
that came over me
night after night
I puckered my lips
and bawled lustily
for my mother's breast
my face purple
the fevered zest of life
racking my tiny body.
What if I tell you how
even today
this greed courses unbounded
through my veins my gaze my loins
what if I tell you
there is no inadequacy
except in me.
Labels: poetry
Selected by khuto |
17:51 |
1 Comments:
No, she's right. It's inadequate. Inspired you enough for a good piece of verse though :). All the best!
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