From Chocolate Time-Zones
Her eye is not my voice
Her liberty, my snare
She lies, and I rejoice
She weeps ... I do not care
Her ear is not my taste
Her pulchritude repels
Her arm, around my waist
Evinces inchoate hells
Her nose is not my scent
Her dwelling, mine address
Her joys - not heaven-sent -
Are my complete distress
Her lip is not my bite
Her tongue no second home
She chews, and my respite
Is to spit out a bone
Contributors: | P, Roland, fester, Apsley, E Greejius. |
Poem finished: | 8th October 2001. |