Friday, 19 April 2013

Deadly Like a Gun

She has eyes that
Easily accelerate
The pace of my pulse
And the quick
Of my thoughts
Movements orchestral
Pin me down
Deadly like a
She takes my mind and cunning
Twists it this way and that
And I am
Easily distracted by
Her fishnets and hunger which
I seldom can abate
All my lingering fortitude
She shreds it with those eyes
And easily exacerbates
My culpable
Paper-made heart