I like my woman strong
like a cup of coffee
bitter to the core
yet soothing and loving
inspires to write a poem
Her aroma will be strong
Enough to suppress my lust for other
she will be like summer storm
Leaving me wanting for years
like ash cloud on the horizon
......
Sometimes it feels as if the sky is
falling down on top of me
my body—an old, discarded newspaper is
tossed and torn and forgotten.
the wind laps at the edges of my heart like flames,
licking the edges of a building on fire.
‘fire! fire! fire!’
it burns. god does it burn.
......
I like my woman strong
like a cup of coffee
bitter to the core
yet soothing and loving
inspires to write a poem
Her aroma will be strong
Enough to suppress my lust for other
she will be like summer storm
Leaving me wanting for years
like ash cloud on the horizon
......
Sometimes it feels as if the sky is
falling down on top of me
my body—an old, discarded newspaper is
tossed and torn and forgotten.
the wind laps at the edges of my heart like flames,
licking the edges of a building on fire.
‘fire! fire! fire!’
it burns. god does it burn.
......