Come into my dream
At your own peril--
I'm not feeling so dainty today.
I'm sick of little doilies
And teacups in the afternoon.
I'd like to see your bones, dear,
Please boil yourself clean
In this pot.
Come into my dream,
Come into my garden--
Filled with sylphs and saints,
Snakes and stinkweed.
Here's a little hard-backed chair.
Here's a little bible.
My dream
My rules
My way.
It has been such a long, long night;
Oh, you better hope
The day comes soon.
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Sexy and Scary... I like it, a lot!
ReplyDeleteThis one I truly love, appeals to the exotic in me. *smile* Very sexy. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteMmmm.. I wouldn't want to be in his/her place...:) Love the poem though.
ReplyDeleteWow, a girl turns her back for a few minutes and look at all the comments! Woohoo!
ReplyDeleteMarty, thank you, and welcome to the Word Garden! Please come visit any time!
OK, Nikki, I'm going to try hard not to look *quite* as pleased as I am at your comment. :-)
No, Wordcrafter my friend, you would definitely not want to do that. I'm in facade-busting mode! Thanks for reading and commenting, as always.
Anything, almost, to please ya, luv!! *smile* Of course, being able to tell the absolute truth is also helpful. *smile*
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Nikki
ooOOo! I'm frightened! and a bit
ReplyDeletethrilled at this voice. Excellent.
It's the new scary Cookie. Laffs.
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