Salted Tears Is Just The Seasoning Poem by Mark Heathcote
Salted Tears Is Just The Seasoning
If, I was to cherry pick the tears from your eyes
With my lips, how, I would canonize your beauty.
Cry, from the very depths of my own delinquent soul
That has no more boundaries, than an albino ferret
With ruby-red, eyes glowing with a passion,
I'd roll us, around a bed, made for an omelette.
Friday, September 19, 2014
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