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The Idge

Poetry By: devilrod

Self-ridicule is fun.

Submitted:Apr 6, 2007    Reads: 128    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

I have crafted myself the 'Idge'


On the edge of either

But really close to neither

A drolly of a savant

Oblivious to your taunts

I know your inner secrets

And tasted your private moments

I know exactly what you want

The Idge on the fringe

A bridge over flowing currents

I follow you home

I watch you undress

Your hair is a mess

Our delicate lives intertwined

You and I

Your mind's like a mad poem

I am brute logic and blood lust

Our magick mixes, as I imagined

A flood of adrenaline

I am quikened

The Idge is swinging

Like a pendulum

On the edge, so sharp

The time is right

Your belly's ripe

My hunger insatiable

It's time to dine


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