Summer 'tis always bursting forth within me-
As invincible as a tidal wave of stone...
Slicing the middle out of winter
A hidden sun-lit heat-yet unknown;
Force yourself upon me with premonition...
I will attack the very woods that you use
Crafty sexual stalker of covetous lust
Oh, how you love your back-handed abuse;
Even when the rain is coming down in sheets-
It does not bear you or your name...
You are in the wrong persons summer
And you are the only one to blame;
Go away and leave our happy home-
There is nothing here that will ever be yours...
You are a deluded lust addict personified
To you- i have forever-closed the door;
By, Theodora Onken
January 10,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you. This was a heart-felt write A vent, if you will.