Feed Me With Love [Inspired by blackfantastix on dA]

Feed me with love,
like a demon in the night,
looking for a virgin,
so succulent and tight.
Feed me with love,
like a man to the girl,
wrapping fingers firm,
around her stocking and curl.
Feed me with love,
you little delicious whore,
feed me with love,
for I know you are worth more
Than harsh words or harsh names
(So goes the beautiful and tart like dames.)
So feed me with love,
like a hawk to a dove.

-x

The little things you do that go unnoticed
I appreciate them, all the same.
I love how you stroke my neck,
My cheek or the hair from my face.
I love how you rub my back when you
Know I'm having a shitty day;
And I love how you know
the right things to say.
I love how you let me write little notes on paper
Just for you to read;
I adore how you know
Exactly what I need.
I know I am a bother, an annoyance and a bore
But I know no matter what WHAT
you love me more and more.

Spam Haiku

when I came across this, I just so happend to think of my childhood and my grandmother. Spam, that salty, easy to fry, mystery meat...has a poetry following!!

Pink tender morsel,
Glistening with salty gel.
What the hell is it?

Ears, snouts and innards,
A homogeneous mass.
Pass another slice.

Cube of cold pinkness
Yellow specks of porcine fat.
Give me a spork please.

Old man seeks doctor.
``I eat SPAM daily'', he says.
Angioplasty.

Highly unnatural,
The tortured shape of this ``food''.
A small pink coffin.

decadence at a heart's glance

Silently, I ponder.
Mythic waves of sleep are asunder,
Crashing into my conscious state.
Lover thine, so fair and fine,
All good poets know...
Why can't I stop saying how I love you so
like the birds love the wind,
or sirens love the men
who enter their trap with a swish of their hand
How, or why can't the owls cry?
and the wolves scream out the words I long to say?
The feelings I long to scream?
No one & nothing can compare
To the autumn gold that runs through your hair...
The glistening ocean that is dripping from your eyes...
Those rosy plums that spew the songs so sweet from thine mouth...
The porcelain touch that is your hand...
and the way you say I LOVE YOU, so sweet and fair.
Your flaws and gorgeous beauties that the Gods bestow
are everything I accept and hold, o ho,
to the highest pedestal and elevation
That only the decedant love Gods can give me salvation
from this earthy infatuation
that is an intoxication to my heart mind body and soul...
that is our romance that will always grow.
--xx

Haiku Forge: Moments lost in time.

http://www.haikuforge.com/
this is an interactive haiku website; it's gorgeously created

Sara Teasdale, THE LOOK

STEPHON kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.