Unsound
Bellowed meek presence, Surpassed adolescence
Of wanting the imaginable, Realization was the inhabitable
For did I not love myself enough, To seek what was the dream of
An imaginary place, My love cried for empty my space
Unsound love, In momentary pleasure thereof
It never did penetrate, Though womb like fate
Pleasure came pleasure left, G-spot repressed
Bought back to life at the same time, Empty stood the vessel mime
Enacted muse, A wanting give to lose
09/12/2016
Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2016
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