Free verse № 105133
Windfall
Ebony tresses falling on a slender frame,
and blessed with almond skin.
Stretched, abstractly across the bed
with bright eyes shining among the sheets.
Smoke still billowing from the ashes,
and curling up to the ceiling
after crawling across red, painted fingernails.
Past regrets are concealed by desire.
The remedy to a short affair,
without the awkward acceptance of guilt.
There is something to be said for love
without the restraints of devotion or romance.
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This needs work, for example, the slender frame is unnecessary in the first line.
Make it present tense.
After that, you can leave all the stupid comments you want.
Oh, and Doug...It is sense. And, you don't have to get so hostile just because somebody didn't like your (or anybody else's poem). It's called perception, and if people can't handle criticism, then they shouldn't post. What kind of world would we live in if we had to listen to every dumb fucks' poetry and couldn't call it shit. It's called freedom pal and the thing of it is...is that, not EVERYBODY should be encouraged.
Thank you.
;0)
Since I have no sense of spelling I'll decline further comments toward the almighty jimmy sodaiak.
P.S. zoddy find a new word - onanist is so stale!
You didn't even know what an onanist was before I used it here. Odds are you still don't know.
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