Blueberry eyes
and strawberry lips
who would have plumbed
the venom-sea in you?
Blue black-hole eyes
had a steely end to them
A cul-de-sac
Love bumped against.
You painted my dreams
with the blue of your eyes
Or the venom
running through the soft blue veins
beneath your glassy white skin.
I drank your red,
you flowed with me
and I drowned in your venomous waves.
Blueberry eyes
and strawberry lips
from a mound of dust and bones
Stare at me.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
The Love-song of a Jilted Youth
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9 comments:
love it,beautifully written :)
This one cuts like a knife with a velvet handle...smooth and sharp.
Kudos!
ekhon bolbo, I told you so?
Naki after some more comments?
beautiful
its like ass spanking with silk!
beautifully coloured....
...You painted my dreams
with the blue of your eyes
Or the venom
running through the soft blue veins
beneath your glassy white skin...
love is then really intrinsically connected to violence... and pain. and the pain is brought out here in a muted tone, which strike home but remains beautifully subdued. :)
strikes*
bah bah!
@shreya-thank you:)
@jadis-it is? thanks.
@indra-heehee.:D.
@little boxes-thank you:)
@trance-thank you.learned coloring from u to be true.:)
@anurima-love without pain is impossible. u r right.
@sree- :D
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