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Her Afterlife
Her cold thighs soothed my joy.
I felt so generous knowing she didn't have yet a stare.
My hands pondering about her corpse, as i pulled my fingers through her hair.
Ive never felt so full in all of my life.
Just like the other day we would have been in a fight.
But today you cant speak, just moan in your time of afterlife.
I smile as fierce as ever, thinking of how things could get better.
I keep your corpse, and you keep your new life.
But i like you here, i like giving in to you, i love how i can spill all my hate inside you.
Im glad your gone haha ill begin to ponder on.
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I love this one. I'm not entirely sure if the afterlife is a metaphor for moving on but the words 'in your time of afterlife.' sit beautifully and are well expressed in the context of the piece. For me, sometimes these lines take a poem somewhere it could never have gone without them.
Hope to read more of your work soon :) |
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Comment by: AJSmith - 2008-08-09 08:44
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| strange poem, which at least made it interesting. i liked the content, i just felt it could have been expressed more creatively, as this felt very prosaic. |
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| Pretty good first poem here. Keep sharing your talent with us. Regards CP |
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