I want to spray your name on the wall,
Fluorescent colours in bold,
Neon paint on society,
A symbol of alternative love.
I want to etch your initials on the bench,
Encased in a tilted heart,
Skewed letters scratched on skin,
A symbol of everlasting love.
I want to draw your smile on the sand,
Vulnerable to the foaming tide,
Crudely drawn on soft powder,
A symbol of fragile love.
I want to sew your heart on mine,
The ultimate bonding of souls,
Embroidery loops stitched on blood,
A symbol of united love.














Comments
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skinfidelity
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Crawling on the planet's face,
Some insects called the Human Race .
Lost in Time
And lost in Space.
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skinfidelity
The repetition, in the third stanza, of the root "draw-" made me pause for a second. As it never occurs elsewhere in the poem, that kind of repetition, perhaps you should change the words "drawn on" to something analagous but without "draw," such as "stenciled into," that sort of thing.
I also don't understand how one would stitch something on blood ^_____^. If it's a metaphor, explain! I don't get it!
Again: I like this. Good work!
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You'll never fumigate the daemons,
no matter how much you smoke.
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Crawling on the planet's face,
Some insects called the Human Race .
Lost in Time
And lost in Space.
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Crawling on the planet's face,
Some insects called the Human Race .
Lost in Time
And lost in Space.
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Crawling on the planet's face,
Some insects called the Human Race .
Lost in Time
And lost in Space.
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Crawling on the planet's face,
Some insects called the Human Race .
Lost in Time
And lost in Space.
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