There are moments of weakness
when I want to be yours
(or his, or hers)
and nothing more –
to sit
and tip Castalian water down
your vorous throat
and garland you in laurel,
wearing my sunniest
Apollo smile,
when I think it would be
enough to wrap my arms
around your self-starved
incubator of a body
and fill it up.
Author notes
Well, this seemed like a good one to enter for a contest where I might get serious criticism, since it's still under construction.
[Suicide Mission]
A contest entry
- REALLY Not For The Weak: Ultra-Deluxe Suicide-Edition by Immortal Obscurity.
1750 points, ended August 12, 27 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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To be honest, I'm thrilled that you've chosen to enter this here. The imagery is wonderful, and your vocabulary is simply stunning. The punch was there, but not in the same, overtly-crass was as some of the other entries...
For once, I can say that I am truly lost for words, except that you will won something shiny for sure, and that this could quite possibly end up in the top three.
Thank you so very much for entering.
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I'm sure it'll be a classic once its done
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Thanks
I *think* (hope) it's a good idea underneath, and I've got the images in my head, I just need to hammer them a bit until they come together.
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