Hey  you
Do you know what's ****?
A real conversation

I saw a lady in the bazaar
with a melted face.  
Her nose was non-existant
like her lips.
One eye was brown,
the other glazed blue,
like a vulture eye.
A local told me
she was once beautiful,
a regular queen
who ******* her man,
the guy who threw the acid.

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I feel as if I'm


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In  a  s      a           hu            ni

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In a little  y       ll             ru          er  boat

With just you and me

Keeping it afloat through the years with our love

        
I view an island in the distance
I row us to the
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                          ra            wat         s
Away from  c         zy             er

Where we will swim no more

*No need for no others on our island of love

I need just one more write
To make me sound profound
Before it is I release my pen
And leave without a sound

One more simple line
With a killer bite
That won't be so easily
Forgotten over time

Not a poem on heartache
Or one on puppy love
Those have been given play
More often than enough

What I need's a poem
That will make the young girls sigh
While the old men giggle
Asking themselves why

I need a poem that will go out
With the biggest bang
Stop the world in wonder
Of where all these years I've been

One that will shoot my name
Straight up to the top
Jumping high rise buildings
In a poetic power drop

All I need is that one more write
To show that I'm sincere
Then after all that's done
I can get out of here

One day both the hands

Decided to make a stand

Inviting both the feet

To where they all could meet

Down in the city park

To enjoy a pleasant walk

The feet both spoke out loud

We'll have to ask the mouth

He handles all of our affairs

From travel plans, to pedicures

From East to West, North to South

Here and there and there about

Gives everything we need

Through the chatter of his teeth

The ears they heard a roaring sound

And asked the eyes to look around

Of course it was the mouth

Telling them all to settle down

Who is it that gave the mouth control

Something that we may never know

I've know every square inch
of your beautiful topography,
kissing you from your crown
to the tips of your toes.
I've memorized every curve,
nook and cranny,
slipped between your hills,
ventured up
into your valley
& journeyed over
your long stretches.
And during my travels
over you,
I learned wanderlust
& I must have you,
again & again.