04-10-2016, 08:51 PM
Evensong confessions.
Give me a long hot night to scythe through.
My lithe body will provocatively writhe
before your eyes. Mesmerized,
you will forget how to speak; peachy words
become staccato stutters,
when I schmooze the stage.
I am famous. You filthy, faux
tears of love oozing
from your bloodshot eyes
revolt me.
You are not worthy,
do not wash my feet.
I despise you.
Give me a long hot night to scythe through.
My lithe body will provocatively writhe
before your eyes. Mesmerized,
you will forget how to speak; peachy words
become staccato stutters,
when I schmooze the stage.
I am famous. You filthy, faux
tears of love oozing
from your bloodshot eyes
revolt me.
You are not worthy,
do not wash my feet.
I despise you.