Another one of my 'real' poems: this one was started in 1998 and was finished in the year 2000.
Denial
You come in such sweet disguises
Like the sirens in the sea
Calling to weary sailors
Who long for peace
Silk and satin red velvet, blue
Seductively you slither
through the shadows, you!
The honey-sweet sting lasts not so long. . .
and then it is gone, but the
aroma remains...
Denial, you have served me well!
But now you sting me till I swell!
Copyright, 2000-2006, Babbling Brooks Productions (1994-2006)
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