even the perfect poem won’t make her speak you into her existence.
Dark angels & the effervescence of beauty’s last kiss
There’s a queen in my presence
And I’ve taken possession
But I’ve lost my grip
She’s a diamond in the desert
So she escapes my palm to gain permanence
below the surface where she’s rooted.
The angels always whispered in warning
Or was it cheap misleading lectures
for Satan’s sickest pleasures
I could never justify these feelings though
however toxic and wicked
It seems only I am to blame for having permitted the explicit nature of these feelings to overcome me.
GO GIRL, GO!!!!!
that poor sweet baby girl. I’m so proud of her. she’s very intelligent and she is very strong. you go, sweet girl! you go.