I know what it's like
to have something to offer,
hidden behind what they see
as something to offer.
Believe me, I know -
Your beauty? A tool
to bring men in tow,
in hopes one will explore
this uproar...
(Surging, this lurgee,
like heating ballooning air,
more and hotter every day -
now scalding!)
...inside your chest.
Before you burst.
It all makes sense now. And this hit home. I miss you and our long conversations.....
ReplyDeleteI like the repeat of offer in the first stanza, nicely worked, but what's "lurgee"?
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