“My life as well as my writing are guided by creed in lieu of clichés” ― Carl Henegan
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You’re not like every cliché
repeated often till meaning dies
repeated often till meaning dies
You’re like brilliant truth,
revealing my weakness for your body
revealing my weakness for your body
You’re not like a rose whose fragrance and beauty
are but an honorable mention
are but an honorable mention
You’re like the smell of a thousand pines
calling and seducing me to lay in your arms
calling and seducing me to lay in your arms
You’re not like an angel whose wings
carried you to me from afar
carried you to me from afar
You’re like mischievous devils
whose temptations take me from reality to fantasy
whose temptations take me from reality to fantasy
You’re not like a song,
sung endlessly while children clap their hands
sung endlessly while children clap their hands
You’re like the sound of waves,
crashing your sexuality over my beaches
crashing your sexuality over my beaches
You’re not like a gentle swan,
perfect beauty so many times compared
perfect beauty so many times compared
You’re like violent lightning,
striking the lies of men and melting my soul to yours
striking the lies of men and melting my soul to yours
You’re not like the ordinary,
the common seen on every poet’s page
the common seen on every poet’s page
You’re like the grandeur of space,
possessing the beginning and ending of my life
possessing the beginning and ending of my life
Also published in Broowaha Magazine
Also published in Life As A Human Magazine
First published in Opinionsofeye.com
02142012