Thoughts and urges
Never disclosed
Never shared
Until now
Little baby boy
Pretty rose between his legs
So pretty
Want to take him in my mouth
So yummy
Want to eat him up
Unsettling urges
No rhyme or reason
Thoughts that pass
Memory remains
Urges not actions
Still disturbing
Is this what it means?
“So cute, I could eat him up!”
No desire
No emotions
Behind the thoughts
Behind the urges
Just disturbing thoughts
Fleeting compulsions
To eat a baby boy
So much more blushing now … 🙂
Then what else can I do than laying down my arms …
Many a thanks for your kindness and candour.
No. Please blush. Actually , no need to blush. Your poetry stands on its own.
May I kindly beg you to abstain from making me blush (I hope this is the correct English expression?)?
That is quite a compliment coming from an accomplished poet.
Bowing humbly.
Thank you, Salva. Your complement means a great deal to me given that you are a gifted poet.
Make a strong case, your lines …
First word that comes to my mind? “Powerful”. Second word? “Wow”. Third word (well, phrase) “I hate poetry, but this one is really good! It says a lot in just a few lines”. I have the chills.