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Waiting to be Consumed (Free verse) by Alizarin_Crimson
She told me that if I was a desert,
I'd have to be something dark chocolate, with raspberry
I'm intense like that,
I am "too much with everything".
Imagine my juicy berry meat, slightly tart,
engulfed in velvet layers of dark
chocolate, my sweet brown soil
Most can't handle too much at once,
IâÂÂm to be savored in slow, careful bites
between the walls of your mouth, seduction,
exquisite dual decadence
I'm the stuff behind the counter,
the stuff that makes them blush.
She is a blander confection,
some sweet, spongy mass
full of fat and good intentions
the kind you eat by the spoonful,
swallow her down with a glass of milk.
Every night, her honey comes home to roost,
gets folded into her warm sheets.
He never tires of her softness, her reliability,
gentle nature, with light peaks of fragility
While alone, on my plate, I seethe
I offer no refuge; I am a vortex of complexity and richness
waiting, I suppose, for Odysseus
or the most starving man in the world.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.25
Weighted score: 5.029801
Overall Rank: 7318
Posted: May 3, 2005 2:29 PM PDT; Last modified: May 9, 2005 8:08 PM PDT
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