Her Poem by Thomas Case
Her
Rating: ★4.5
The dark dance calls
softly,
like night shade or
oleander.
Just a little taste...
Just one more slow
waltz.
I can smell her
wet orchid while
I sleep.
She moves languidly
through my dreams,
possessing me at
dawn with lambent steps.
The love is
violent, like a
bullfight.
It's sweet and
treacherous, ferocious.
Fatal for
one of us,
and she's been
gored.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life,relationships
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4/26/2024 2:33:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's about toxic relationships.