Thursday, June 27, 2013

A Melissa story...nineteen ninety two ... rephrased...

'Had I been
Melissa
Or
Katt...
Who worked hard
To create a story...
In '92-
Of a poison red
I would have bred...
What dear?
Hatred?'

he asked her
Finding her
Tired...
Listless...
Drunk opium
With red wine...

Outside
Just beside
Her glass window
An ivy shot up...
Poison ivy kind...

She looked at that shrub
Growing ...

And he
Started singing a song...
A song
Philomel sang
And before dying
Which She gifted away
To nightingale...

he started singing...
he started gyrating...
Her eyes looked sparkling...
Her eyes got teary...
Her eyes looked lovely deep...

And he sipped...
Watery wine...

And...
She smiled...

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