Cin Sweet Fields


He - Poem by Cin Sweet Fields

When the sun bleeds
On and through the window panes
Indiscriminately so
Him tasting of my sour skin
Seeing my trembling hands so white
Belly laughing, him a king of liars
Hiding behind my back
His black eyes feasting on
what's left of my brain
As he gently shuts the blinds


Comments about He by Cin Sweet Fields

  • Rookie - 39 Points Malini Kadir (4/1/2008 11:28:00 PM)

    Sun bleeds on and on.......indiscriminately
    he behind your back........written beautifully (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Fred Babbin (1/7/2008 7:40:00 PM)

    it's one of those poems that leaves me asking lots of questions. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Marci Made (6/1/2007 9:49:00 PM)

    Lot of depth, lots said in just a few lines........wow, this is great........marci. :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lynn Rowe (6/1/2007 9:19:00 PM)

    Great write, Cin.
    Sincerely, Lynn Rowe (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 18, 2014


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