Poetry / Compulsion

I’ve ever harboured this
toy compulsion
to eat a popsicle, and then,
lips unnaturally coloured,
freezing to near numbness,
slick with artificial flavour,
kiss.

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March 17, 2007

annafreeman

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19	100.0% (3 votes)	31.5%

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35	F	Smyrna, TN	January 11

annafreeman reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

Fun one! I liked it and it made me smile. Makes me think of young love; infatuation. Fun, new and happy. Which combined with the word toy and the image of the popsicle, makes me think of a child who is also happy, fun and new. Very good. :)

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March 17, 2007

by Interval

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25	M	Canada	November 11

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I’m glad that you enjoyed this work. I hadn’t read it for quite a while… nor have I really supported a relationship stable or significant enough to dare feelings like this in a long time.

Thank you for your feedback, Anna.