Love Poem: His Speech Bold
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Written by: Angie Wassell

His Speech Bold

His speech...

Bold

Like red,

Red roses

Sweetly poisoned..

I drink his

Ill champagne

 

Drunk from syntax,

Hard and heavy

Like angels tongues

pleading loudly

His speach-
 born to tear the skin

an exercise in exhibition

Passion; alive in text

he likes to watch-

Me listen

 

I love the way he speaks

A little sweet

a little dirty

 

 I bet you like to pull hair