Four tidbits to stimulate thoughts.
Rhythm And Blues.
©-MFB III
Oh,
go on,
rain forever,
beat madly
on my rooftop,
drown my sorrow
with staccato taps,
much like her
high heels
exiting.
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The Birth Of Love's Wings.
©-MFB III
Cocooned
in your arms,
the silk
of your kiss
gives me
butterflies
as your
caterpillar
inches up
my inner
thigh.
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What The Die In Diet Means
©-MFB III Her hourglass figure
became her downfall,
waist wasted away
toothpick arms
and legs mocked
appetizers never touched.
Ribs a cage exposed
pardoning her fading soul.
She became the bones
she allowed her
flesh to reach.
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Pondering Amongst The Ruin.
©-MFB III
When we shed
all the joys
our lives have known,
we're left
with a ramshackle
skeleton of what
never was.