Free verse № 148435
Russian absinthe
What you told me
What you said
How you broke it apart
In the fields of azure suns and leaves red
How you groaned
As I bled
And how I thought
With this gift I give
With me forever he'll live
And how it ached between my legs for days
But desire this wolf within me
Drove me back to your arms
When I looked at my tight young skin
Next to yours
I thought Komarovsky
I am yours
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Did you know that in 2041 we're all going to be wiped out by an enormous asteroid unless NASA can get Bruce Willis out of retirement to open up an Armageddon-style can of whupass on the situation? No more poemranker, no more cancelled flights from Heathrow, no more David Gower. What will the place be like then?
I'm just being silly - it must be Zhivago.
Maybe it's just some random guy.
Anyway - I like the poem
Post more things please.
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