K.I.S.S.I.N.G

poem by: Dem Iurgic
Written on May 27, 2015 

Soul's been marking time
Nay ! Doing time
Convicted and sentenced to solitary
Just punishment ? (Poignant)

The others stabbed me with swords, adamant, malice filled
Minds dulled, maybe innocents ? (Upbringing ?)
Recovery time ? Intensive care, definite
Give me you, mind and body whole, screw the medical profession, trust only in you 
A hospital to help ? Medication to produce turmoil ?
You speaking, listening, understanding, live in my head, be the voice in my head
(You speaking to me; “I already am my love and I am giving head"!).

A light in my confined cell, a vision in a billion watts of light
Your face, projected on the wall
Sweet words extrude from your mouth, languages new I learn
Your sweet body, your radiating face, your overwrought persona
Your oderiferous flesh to bite

In solitary I was, now you are prisoner in my head
Reprieve, never ! Parole, never, Me and you sitting in a tree …………..F.U.............

 

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