Bambi-Beaucoup's Beg Desire

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Poem. Here. Read it. Not literal- don't take it that way. Seriously. You're dumb if you do.

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Bambi Beaucoup by Sierra Kinsora is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

Yupyupyup. Here's a poem.

I'm feeling rather odd so don't judge the pre-poem text. Heh... hehehehehehe.

Okay yeah. Going to sleep now.

With one gone

She pursues her stance

A new-age kind of witness

contemplating in desperate means

send off

vacant memories

into the universe

Forced air waves

extending around

A kind of sadness

that

pursues without mentioning

her secret intentions

She

takes

little steps on creaking wood panels

she

waltzes over with

Transmogrified buttercups

for her mind

balances each heal-toe

as if ice too was weary

She

whispers giddily

when he asks what she's seen

in a somewhat stunning situation

There results a breath

of awkward air & nothing else

or on purpose

with that cup of tea

When at a point

she shows teeth

he

tries touching her bare shoulder

fingers trailing down and down

in a static spiral

she stops it

for that is all allowed

with rising past

and she

is sick of such circumstances

just tasting is a tale

it's not enough to pretend

and everything at all is through

her heart

but that isn't true

without

much honesty

shhhh

Yes she drifted

in and in

and out of

every kind of consciousness

so smoothly

Yet

without her little instruments

she lowered

her eyes in

something of recognition

when he sipped her tea

with those lips of his

and she didn't know them

but she knew she soon would