H.J. Shreeve

Rookie (26/5/1987 / Hobart, Tasmania)

'On Longing' - Poem by H.J. Shreeve

feel my longing,
dripping from each pores,
tight black,
makes skin so crisp and white,
beckon me to bite, taste, drown
My sea of sorrow touches no shore
pale, soft blonde hair,
no longer offends me
I have yearned for you,
Since I first smelt your sweet scent,
I forget you are merely a child,
I am a tortured old dog,
You are my cage.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 23, 2012


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