Annie Jane


You'Re Morphine - Poem by Annie Jane

I cry for you with poppy tears,
My lover somniferum, sleep-bringing wonder,
Dreamer.
For the sweet, delirious Heaven
Of your pure, red rock heart,
And for the black tar incense of your opiate
Lips, laced with midnight oil.
You're the White Lady's gold dust;
My own brand of Mr. Blue.
Poppies will put you to sleep, like a seed,
You taste like addiction, drawn into me as indigo smoke.
I feed off the essence of you in my burning dreams.


Comments about You'Re Morphine by Annie Jane

  • Sandy Player (1/11/2013 5:12:00 PM)

    sensuous and ecstatic. clever word choices too. this is nice. (Report)Reply

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  • (2/21/2012 1:16:00 PM)

    wow i love your poem your really talented (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 25, 2012


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