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2004-06-23 14:59:13 ET Absinth-honeyed tongue Spoke in riddles Spoke in rhyme As rain fell upon my face A man on my left Sayin’ one day I’ll give in to life If only I get to my knees If only I’d take him in With rough kisses I tasted poison With rough hands I felt shame Green honey clouded my mind Clouded my reason Rustling leaves Yellow Orange Brown Caught me and held me close No Eyes unfocused Looking down to pinned limbs Stop Flesh poisoning flesh Filth that never washed away with the rain Please A foolish trust realized And one last whispered remark: “Women are only meant to be used.” |
