Thursday, March 18, 2010

You Cursed Means Me Blessed

I must protest;
This is not your best
Suggestion.
If you can infest
My sanctuary's crest,
It begs the question:
Did you create this mess?

I must protest
Against this grotesque
Suggestion.
Do not get careless;
I refuse to let you rest;
It is out of the question -

You are wholly, and only mine to caress.

1 comment:

  1. my sanctuary's crest. nice. this poem also has some insidious tone.

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