My Pet
Come here, my pet.Bring me the roses of your heart.
I never thought that revenge would
take the form of red rain.
Let us take them by force.
Come in as millions.
Let them feed us their souls,
they're as sweet as sugar cane.
Come here, my darling.
We've much work to do.
Must close all the windows
so they can't see us making love.
And when we're done.
It smells of summer.
Flowers are blooming preparing to birth
sweet, poisonous apples.
Dare we dine on each other's
sweet after-love thoughts?
So much I wish to dig my nails into you.
Come here, my pet.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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