Poems from e_milyfaith
I really don’t love you
one bit,
Not your glimmering emerald eyes,
or your sun-kissed shoulders,
or the way you smile at me
when I’ve said...
This morning happened centuries ago
and there are still traces of Crest on my tongue.
My irises are like coffee filters
straining the...
Darting blue eyes
scoping out the café.
Sweating fingers
tracing anxious temples
as you search for a new prey.
Cruel intentions
violating...
Awaiting your company
calls for heated anticipation,
freshly brushed teeth,
a sprits of ‘Sweet Seduction”,
and an optimistic,
welcoming...
“It’s really cold out here”
she uttered in the bitterness
of the Brooklyn night;
and at first it was meant
to be merely a stark statement,...