tugging
back and forth
arguing about art
wanting me
break down walls
let them fall like a silk gown
to my ankles
it crawls my skin
to even dream
you came
that close
opening
your doors to me
calling yourself my father
saying I inspire
you
when incest you desire
it's useless
as you describe me
more of a child
than I'll ever be
I feel pity for you
you will only ever love
what you will never get
violating with your pen
never penis
writing
countless erotic poems
of me
saying they are from God
God wouldn't let you rape me
even if it's on paper
©Tia L. Clarke 2008
1 comment:
Shorty...how you have brought inspiration to "father" this would indeed break the camel's back and will be akin to the stabbing of Julius Caesar by Brutus his best friend
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