Those words that flowered down in your skin.
Tickling like cancer.
A love that swelled like a harbour master’s fear.
At the sight of a storm.
You put this in me. I drank it in.
Siphoned off the flames like a bird of paradise.
Flying towards the sun.
Down into the roots of your stomach.
Innocence searching, now lost in moments just begun.
Borrowed, broken. Black and blue.
Rubbed off skin, down to the hurt and bone.
Hold me in your jaws, feel the juicy love between.
Swallow me.
Tastes like goodness.
Tastes like emptiness.
For in the morning, I am gone.
Havoc and Consequence 
Loved this poem so creative – ‘A love that swelled like a harbour master’s fear’ such a fantastic line thanks for sharing
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Thank you, glad you liked it. This was one i dusted off, so glad it found the light in the end. Thank you for enjoying.
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Ah, very cool. Terrific use of language, so many great lines!
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed this one.
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