Heart Bats In Ash
When The Warmth
And Warm Glow
Chasing Butterflies,
Catches Fire...
To Burn Holes,
Crispy Rips And
Bloody Shreds
For Your Soul...
Lusting, Longing
For That Thick
Musty Sherry:
Sweet Passionate
Desire...
Lives In Here,
In These Caverns, Now...
Through The Cracks,
Comes And Goes.
-Gray Squirrel
10-16-2025
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.
