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Scoundrels
by Alisa JsThese tears
Liquid blue,
Streaming from origins uncertain,
Endless.
Where or what
Prompts this type of response,
Silence.
Of the heart
Tread soft
As I attempt to reminisce
His hand reached to caress
While his mind wandered,
His eyes fixed
Lips pursed and ready,
Nothing.
All I could taste was her tongue
And remember the lights on her car as she slithered away,
Whispers flee under cover of night
Blending.
Into that darkness that becomes her
Vixen.
Filthy miscreant
Thats for the both of you
09/02/2008 Posted on 09/03/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/03/08 at 01:35 AM Nice. Those last two lines are particularly awesome. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/04/08 at 02:39 PM ...ohhh, alisaJs, mmmm caught in the act[ing],eh?...a waltz thru a drama, being the proverbial fifth wheel, a[n] other-side of the pain of love, keen! |
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