when I was young and twenty
and my dreams were in color

I inhaled cinnamon mornings

while evil spun in a bathtub of vomit
in a bone orchard
guarded by spiders with sharks' teeth

and the world slept

no more eating rocks
no more crying in your corner

when I was young and twenty
and my dreams were in color

I'd feed the hungry from my endless pocket
I'd give you my shiny penny and all your wants come true
I'd trace the ever changing landscape of your face and
I'd fit into you

when I was young and twenty
and my dreams were in color

This is really beautiful, teasing.
I'm really glad I got to come home and read this.

and I thankyou for noticing it and your pleasure of it...
teasingbrunette

nicely done brunette

I just became a member today and then by chance wandered sceptical into this forum expecting nothing and then you assault my senses with pure brilliance. Thank you for reassuring me that good poetry is still alive. even that one line "i inhaled cinnamon mornings" is enough for me.such delicious description. thank you.

Artgurl...thankyou.

geordiem......thankyou for your awesome comment..made me smile......teasingbrunette

I loved it

beautiful

Rowbaby.........manOfewwords...........aww......such great comments..thankyou....teasingbrunette

What an amazing write!!!

pkd1220...thankyou so much...teasingbrunette

now, how did i miss this one?

very nice piece...

k....you found itnow....smiles...thankyou...teasing