Edwin Cordero

Alloyed - Poem by Edwin Cordero

What I'd do for another whisper from that voice,
Pleading, bleeding, calling out for my choice.
Say' it'd been the wrong waist—a waste
Within horses of troy, chasing a pace
Now void.


You've taken this, ran away with it, coy.
Can't stop to think about any other toy.
Sensed the outing on a hunt—being prey
Sounded fun; the noise
Brought pleasure to the poise,
Once begun,


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, June 24, 2013

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