Treasure Island

Wicked Mike

(South Africa)

A Sometime Hurt


You never acted without good intention
but in the sky my moon is dying,
blackened by your love
Leave me
to treasure your silence,
gain time enough
to grow my wings and escape
your silken pillow upon my face
and fly
to thrust my tongue between
the lips
of Life.

Submitted: Friday, January 06, 2006
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  • Claire Jones (2/26/2007 12:26:00 PM)

    I agree, you are very talented and your poems flow well, it was a pleasure to read.
    CJ.xx. (Report) Reply

  • Terry B (1/9/2006 3:03:00 AM)

    Man, you have extreme talent. (I hope you know this already)
    I absolutely love this write, very well done.
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