Poppy Kay

Crave - Poem by Poppy Kay

Tomato soup sky surpassing the plum full moon
The pungent roar into the night, gripping my beating drum roll
Soft breath whistling amiss, reality be swoon
The lion takes a breath losing ultimate control
Brakes fear, snaking around the filthy potholes
One last look before it is pawed onto the great metal head
Allas break necks diving mid-air surfacing the soup spoon
Greying fingernails, curling toes, pupil's dilate oared deeply into the unsaid
The last warmth of the summer feel, numbed pulse imbedded in concrete
The lion picks up feeling around the backseat
Dripping from the snout, he craves the sent of the hurt
The now black moon sees no more, the owls watch the great howls of the near dead
Deep red drips down the lion's sharp fangs while sweet fumes from the snout exert
The young age quite too soon
The last still breath breaks the harvest's new moon

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012

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