@ - The Heel Poem by sean north

@ - The Heel



Smoke until these
Senses reel

And

tempered are
These nerves of Steele

Look down trodden
at the heel

Now

where is love
In sex appeal

For one moment.
Needs to steal.

For

one moment,
Not to feel.

Chanced on life
In an unknown deal

Felt

it slippery
Like an eel

Wednesday, April 25, 2018
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