Creator
Come,
See me, the way you like,
Touch or slit
Pinch or rip
To provide you relief.
Pull my heart
Out of my family
To lean to thee
Or feed in me the poison
To vomit riches.
For you, I’m a puppet
To quench your craving,
A wet fantasy of sigh,
Or a pair of firm beguiling thighs
Or a fertile piece of land to yield a lad.
I bear all that you wreak
For, I’m and I’ll remain
Mother, the creator of men.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
