Take My Turn....

[Prolapstriumph]

Tables now turned,
bland effort evocation,
the eardrums collapsed,
the creaks whence you tread.

Left to be burned,
in blankest desolation,
these kisses a trap,
don't speak 'till your fed.

Circumstance learned,
substantial defecation,
a plagiarized map,
deceives you, instead.

Left to be yearned,
in hopeless admiration,
the oak bleeding sap,
you aid and abed.

 

[cherub]

Lovely piece of work here,,,, I like the flow and the use of your words.

favorite part is:

Left to be yearned,
in hopeless admiration,
the oak bleeding sap,
you aid and abed.

great work!