Biological warfare
Chugs the biting
Froth of my
Love
Left to rot.
For you, prey,
Dupe,
I am cruelty
Softened by
A soured milk
Complexion.
And if you so
Choose to
Seize my honing
Hand, and fall for my
Affection,
Sweet misery.
Bliss.
Venomous
Kiss.
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Vinny
Love the sweet, but dangerous contrast in this poem. Very well done Ms. (:
Pinkjumpers
Thank you! That’s very kind. 🙂
I’m happy that you were able to find sweetness is this one! Hehe.
Andy
Perhaps biological warfare goes on in the heart whenever you meet someone anew. The battle to see where the affections lie? Besides my whimsical question, there are many lines in this poem that I love. Great start to the year!
Pinkjumpers
I was fairly inspired by the idea of ‘biological warfare’ … its factual definition against personal and internal biological ‘warfare’. Which, I don’t doubt, can involve any number of battles!
Thank you. I really enjoyed your post today, I did empathise a great deal although it’s been a long while since I’ve ran into any foxes, sadly!
I hope you’ve had a good new year. 🙂
Andy
Yeah, foxes are beautiful creatures. Nocturnal by necessity.
Thank you. Like I wrote in my post-it is very rare I am anything but my usual cheerful self 🙂 Although I have just posted on FB that Ely May Clampett of The Beverley Hillbillies has died. Donna Douglas-another from my childhood. If I wasn’t so up, I could get quite down! 🙂
Andy
Ps hope your new year was good too.
godumusings
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