I Wish I Were Your Virgin Suicide Poem by Christina Ader
I Wish I Were Your Virgin Suicide
I wish I were your virgin suicide,
Fair hair and perverted smile stuck to face,
The only soul is to demise,
Carnal intensions for embrace.
A silhouette in beams of light descending down,
Thus you forget of dainty creatures, even god,
That would be me, in cigarettes burnt nous
And at a loose end rest in the inner yard.
no I would refer not to be a virgin suicide, the embrace of love wears too intense, an appealing face :)
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Youth Embrace Love Not Death no I would refer not to be a virgin suicide enchanting embrace of love wears too intense an appealing face therein paradise resides Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'I Wish I Were Your Virgin Suicide' by Christina Ader. Dedicated to the poet Christina Ader.