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deliciously malicious
oh how I love that fiery fire
your iris eyes, alive with ire
enuf to snuff an angel choir
those put-out pupils glaring
with rage to age the staring
such change in colors when irate
whene’er the air’s just shy of hate
from green, to hues of blues or slate
you warm, with exclamations
my hot-thought fascinations
soft anger brings your blood alive
a queen bee, seething in her hive
the one crazed gaze I long to dive
and swim it’s brimming power
midst glares with daring, dour
I prize your coquette smile, ‘tis true
but how your ogle boggles, too
so dear, is each last leer from you
through all your fiercest fashions
your zest is dressed for passions
folks may not understand just why
I’m shook, each look, your evil eye
I don’t quite have the heart to try
to tell them what they’re missing
with each dire glance, dismissing …
that fire they could be kissing.
* this is a form I created called “Cinqopet” (sing-ko-pay) *
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 8, 2023, created form 8/17/21
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Gregory Richard Barden
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