Anderson Dccclxxviii Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Anderson Dccclxxviii
Yr kiss burns my mouth
Like the last shot of tequila, I had last night
As yr saliva scorches my throat
Yr warmth has become a bad omen
I should've seen the warning signs
But I was too drunk to care
How did I manage to get home?
My head has a bee buzzing around in it
And even with my eyeglasses on,
Everything's a blur
As I saw you naked in my bed
My G-d! Did we sleep together?
That's one way of deflowering me
A passionate love is always blind. The real challenge is to make the passion last. A meaningful write on the complexities of love and passion.
Love, passion…. What is the borderline separating the two? Where do we start? To where? Nice poem, LeeAnn. Top score.
A wonderful and interesting poem on love and the effects of alcohol. A well expressed and crafted write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 7:10:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
....... deflowering me.... significant....