My lost rib, slumber to my eyes
Between life and death,
Rest to my soul in an aisle of fire and water;
Hang like rubicons of honour on my neck;
Paint my lips with long in the tooth kisses
That fell in with your virgin lips
Like a toy in the shape of a barrel that emits sounds of laughter.
My lost rib, take your feet off from the mud
And step on the bland soil that shield with honour
You’ve been tossed to and fro by the glittering scenes of the lavishers.
Drop the anchor of sell-out for consort;
To all intents and purposes,
Your love has taken me by the storm
When it’s all over in a flash;
I can view your heart in black and white;
Not until you loose your long Johns.
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I like your title...
it brought me in. Your language use is good and the theme is great! Your use of innuendo makes this piece stand out. I am glad that I got to read this before a lot of others, so that the waters aren't muddied. Language use is good and the internal logic is good too. You must use the challenge title as your title, otherwise you will not recieve a certificate for completing the challenge. ~ Geezer.
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I Agree With Geezer.
I like the dark humor throughout the piece. good title, too. my favorite lines are:
Your love has taken me by the storm
When it’s all over in a flash;
I can view your heart in black and white;
Not until you loose your long Johns.
*hugs, Cat
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Nicely Written
An inspired write, imagery, good word flow, reads like an erudite poem with a long john ending !