National Poetry Month
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By JueLee Ocasio
Passing the time aching for the reality, fantasy I know you were born out of these impure thoughts, lucid blue fading away the moment you enter the room , sexy , sullen almost boyish like, an innocence like the taste of ice cream on tongue melting from heat, pour me a cold drink, let it perspire, every droplet sliding down from the unholy, and even that couldn’t measure the feelings I have for you, the lust, intense capturing every bit of my attention in hopes you will catch a glimpse of heaven from that pedestal my subconscious has placed you upon, only because the moment I heard your voice, it’s as though the angel Gabriel in all his devilish charm greeted me, defeating every ounce of judgment and God-given morality, but oh love why should I care, for none have ever had the pleasure of your presence as it hung on every word I said, does this please you, to deliver me such a torture causing me to fall on knees praying for grace to rain down upon my head cleansing me of every sinful thought that has grazed my cerebral cortex allowing vanity and greed to purge from my body, but alas I fear, it is too late, for I have been fed to this angelic beast of duality, succumbed to every crevice, creating my own demise, so I say take me, seduce me, use these bones to heart’s content, for it is the most beautiful death I could have ever hoped for
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