A Dash of Dictionary

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~Kahlil Gibran

Monday, May 21, 2012

Love Bugs

My love is
a parasite
consuming you
in tiny bites
Creeping, crawling
further in
getting drunk
on just your skin
I never intended to
just wanted you
to infest me too
Just to see
your belly swell
full to bursting
with me as well


Love Bugs by Dakota Farley
Posted by Dakota at 9:29 PM
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  • ▼  2012 (53)
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    • ▼  May (42)
      • In Your Land
      • For Elizabeth and Tyler
      • My Apology
      • Rescue
      • To Be As Stone
      • Hopes
      • Sugar
      • Burning Pictures
      • Listen, Sister
      • Wanderer
      • Im Sorry That Im Sorry
      • It
      • Pieces
      • Candles
      • Fights
      • No Small Wonder
      • The Gift
      • Day at the Park
      • Travel
      • Love Bugs
      • Future
      • Poets
      • Happy Endings
      • Sinister You
      • Everything
      • Help For the Dead
      • Untitled- 3/1/2012
      • Today Love- 11/5/2011
      • The Dark Side of Free- 11/3/2011
      • When I'm Free- 11/3/2011
      • Simply We- 11/3/2011
      • Victory-10/7/2011
      • Wishes- 7/22/2011
      • Peter Pan- 7/22/2011
      • Country Music- 7/22/2011
      • Prayers
      • The Wronged- 5/28/2011
      • Haiku To Feeling Stupidly Awful- 5/28/2011
      • Semper Supersto- 5/27/2011
      • Dancing in the Rain- 10/11/2008
      • Here's to Us- 5/26/2008
      • The Important Stuff
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