Jude Herrick Poet Other

Reward Of 72 Verge Ends

               All... picks out a variety.
Like roses, plucked.
He chooses a fat one.
He chooses an unwilling one, a willing one. 
How did she get to...?
As long as we are enslaving objects for eternity.
Oh, well. Let's get some red ones, so fiery so
delicate.
The yellow ones will do what you want, 
I will take a dozen, oo she thorned my hand.
You cannot do that this is not Hell masquerading as Heaven.
Or the Devil masquerading as God !
Oh, well. Let's get a dozen black ones ...

Embarrassing

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Silent One December 28, 2023 at 6:01 AM Interesting use of metaphor and oxymoron's here... Nicely done Jude.. Jude Herrick December 28, 2023 at 4:16 PM Thank you, Silent One. (Plenty more is provided, but I am walking the edge even on this one. I realize. Amazingly.) ;-)