A Poet with a Room

Basilike Pappa wows

Silent Hour

A poet with a room

I am a poet with a room

I want you here

where my hand lanscapes you

See with your skin

I am desire of a hunter

towards your lips I seek a treasure

I raw this romance in your breast

pulsating

urging

eat me, I’m hungry

I am a poet with a room

I want you here

to see me pull out the goods

these wounds horror me sensuous

Trembling

kissing

torching delirious

I’ll pour the muse all over you

drink me, I’m thirsty

I am a poet in this room

I play the best lying game

any word rhymes with Beaudelaire

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© Basilike Pappa, 2018

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