Harryette Mullen

Page 1 / Sapphire's Lyre Styles - Poem by Harryette Mullen

Sapphire's lyre styles
plucked eyebrows
bow lips and legs
whose lives are lonely too

my last nerve's lucid music
sure chewed up the juicy fruit
you must don't like my peaches
there's some left on the tree

you've had my thrills
a reefer a tub of gin
don't mess with me I'm evil
I'm in your sin

clipped bird eclipsed moon
soon no memory of you
no drive or desire survives
you flutter invisible still

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Read poems about / on: evil, memory, lonely, music, tree, moon

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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