My ode
These semen stained fingersstroked your face
acrrylic tipped and she
whsipered and held
her breath and you
whispered in the sudden silence
bereft of moaning I'm so sorry I'm so sorry I'm so sorry
she held your lips in
those sodden nails
and whispered how much she loved you
and how much it was okay
even when the shower didn't
whipe the white away.
posted by OrangeDrink @ 12:57:00 AM
3 Comments:
you overused the word "whisper" in the first stanza. no, wait. what's the word? oh yeah - misspelled. :D
EMOTICON!
....but I like whsipering.
you would.
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