A Place To Vent march 13,2014 Poem by Leria Hawkins

He baits the hook, plans his sting
With twisted lines, and well tied strings
Oh, smooth as silk, a long cool drink
A fire burns deep beneath his wink

He's just a promise, never kept
He's moonlit whisper on a shelf
A breathless sigh that sears the lungs
A perfect song, as yet unsung

All his fire, his flash, his flame
Just passion born to hide in shame
And all the lust-soaked memories
Blaze like a well writ tragedy

A simple plan, an outstretched hand
Can't be bound by heavy bands
Twas just a flame, a kindred soul
Not meant to burn or gain control

Yet, there's a longing deep inside
A place inside the heart, the pride
That hungers for the sweetest sip
Of whispers falling from his lips

He's like a jewel, buried deep
A treasure lost beneath the sea
He's doomed to linger in the mist
As damned desire, a sharp cruel twist

He baits the hook, plans his sting
Then hides behind a golden ring
For you, there never was intent
You're just a toy, a place to vent


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