Yuki Cross Poems

night has come in its delicious glory
midnight blue chases ebony across the sky
sensual sounds emanate through the pines
lusious lips purse in anticipation of what next comes
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skin of fur
slumber fast
jungle friend
safe at last
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I overcame my bone structure and metabolism
I made myself engage in mind-numbing conversation
A fad diet left me with skin, bone and bitterness
starved myself to a petite listening to repetitive electro s**t
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Darkness is a theater
Cracks of sunlight flooding in the curtains
Puppet Master dancing the scene
Cannibals clap in the audience
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Does it really matter? Gender, Race, Class? Preconceptions... Morals... what's the fun in being tied down by things like that?

Long ago, in a city near the dead sea... I performed an experiment... to show just how meaningless those are.
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What is behind my eyes?
A genius,
A lonely soul
One searching for comfort
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