Marquis Poem by seika Groves

Marquis



at the edge
insanity plays master of games
rules no rules
each day a new pretender
innocent at start jealous to end
there are many inside
open doors suffer closed minds
refuge in dark rooms
bosoms and flesh
spread legs
men and women come
quiet breath over loud sound
crime yet no crime
intercourse recourse postulation
quell the voice
hear it speak
quill to paper
within the cage

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