I Want Sugar Too


Lipgloss on your fingertips
sticky, sugar, blossom-lips.
Lost in pride and suffocation
dropped into a pond of lubric inspiration.

Stutter clichéd tales without critique,
nothing but metaphores for a kiss on the cheek.
Infatuation's words are slippery and slick,
but as a raw, neurotic fool, I never fell for that trick.










Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2006-05-14 at 21:44

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Lourdes
they make me want to have a reason for breathing in the same timesphere ..
HEY! I scream to them BLOW ME A KISS and then I get a bit sad about living as they are mouth-stuck to their window mirror . Yeah.
Know what you mean .
A killer text by the way.
2006-08-09


Christian Ward
Love the imagery in this. Great metapor and well crafted.
2006-05-17