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The fruit from the top is the sweetest

Poetry By: Wandering star
Poetry


Wrapped warmly in the thighs of city streets.....


Submitted:Oct 6, 2009    Reads: 101    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


THE FRUIT FROM THE TOP IS THE SWEETEST


Miles left of love rendered inept
shelved sealed tagged and bagged
moldy and stifling in this boiling pot of shit
fumbling through breezy days filled with lucidity
and streaming thoughts of self
pleasure while taking ease in a love on a
slow slow burn
wrapped warmly in the thighs of city streets
bustling and rambling in the bosom of the beast
love made disposable
toss the camera
keep the memories
reflect on images alone in the company of dried leaves
silenced and swaying with the trees that lull her to sleep
transfixed with hope
while you eye your future through the hole in her heart
a kaleidoscoping display of crimson tinted fruit of varying possibilities
all just waiting to be picked




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