This piece is based off a friend of mine. No, she does not have a sweet tooth. The creme brulee is a metaphor.


Creme Brulee Woman

Creme Brulee Woman
Where is your comfort laugh that warms?
A thousand miles of time and street
You were a different kind of sweet
Now you haven't any kindess in your arms


Creme Brulee Woman
Why can't I ever come inside?
The chains and locks keep me away
Although you know I'm here to stay
The oarnge and yellow needle's cried into your arms

Creme Brulee Woman
You may build fences made of steel
Stainless, tough, and silver bright
Reflecting pulses of moonlight
Then lay to rest, you're beat and tired to your arms

Creme Brulee Woman
Your mind is loving, just not pure
Your heart is wide and loves to flow
With budding blood from head to toe
But it has some difficulty navigating through your arms



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-03-08 at 07:58

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Kathy Lockhart
this is another wonderful piece. your poetry has a richness to it. this has some twists and edges to it even though it as gentleness that flows through it. I love the sound of Creme Brulee. It gives a sensuous soft feel to poem.
2007-03-08