Senile

tell it to this famished fire
there is still a fountain beneath those parted lips
i have dug with mine before
the youth in you

that tongue- tamed and sometimes wild
endured our beating- the lashing
in the fountain
we played master and slave

deep into the crevasse
there is that water-in-the-well
i once drank it all down
like an arid desert, i preyed

we sketched our souls through these lips
and your mouth i crave
lest old age devour our youth
i paint the days

                               –little lioness; 14october06, 8:33 pm

 

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6 Comments

  1. Musidora said,

    March 24, 2008 at 3:59 pm

    master and slave? hmmm. *whapaaak!*

    you feed on the old and senile… ;p

    ‘we sketched our souls through these lips

    and your mouth i crave

    lest old age devour our youth

    i paint the days”

    yes, to the virgins, make most of your time… ;p let us live. 😀

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  2. wenggat said,

    April 9, 2008 at 12:24 am

    hahaha. gather ye rosebuds while ye may 😀

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  3. Musidora said,

    April 20, 2008 at 1:57 pm

    I came. I saw. I did them all. 😉

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  4. wenggat said,

    April 21, 2008 at 4:22 pm

    is that your veni, vidi, vici, veni, veni, veni? lol.

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  5. Musidora said,

    April 27, 2008 at 7:34 am

    Oui!! 😀 i came. they came. everyone came. 😉

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  6. Musidora said,

    April 27, 2008 at 11:16 am

    eat-all-you-can buffet =)

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