Love me like Gary Lightbody

tell me you are grown
while you write only slightly
than mediocre poetry about me

crack the world between us
into tiny little planets that only
can express

make me 
like Carver’s peacocks
while the wild wind beckons
and forlorn outside the triple

drag your icy fingers
down my throat ’til they
in bloody rivulets between
my breasts, then
us into oblivion or
on the selfsame 

make them
who I am

© s rogers 2008

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  1. Really good work. I like it a lot.

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