I asked, I asked

I warned and asked kindly
you were not to provoke me
your actions incite and
they burn and intice me.

I am beyond calm
you leave not
one option and
so now I shall
bite you, shall
respond and
attack you.

It's a bite that digs
deeply, molars then
incisors with your
blood I shall paint
my lips a skin color.

I warned and asked
nicely, but you simply
provoke me and you
simply incite me.

 

One beautiful incitement in your excellent verses dear friend...

My tremulous austral embrace

Ramiro

 

Of course your insightful eyes would see it that way Ramiro. There is truth to the saying, "beauty is in the eyes of the beholder."

Thank you so much for your comment and hug.

A huge hug.

 

You are too funny..Thank you so much Nicolle for your extended response.
A hug.

 

My Dear friend " April Rain",
I did not know that other side of an extraordinary and calmed poetess. I back you because you are completely right. I believe that it is a pretty poem in your own defense. A poem that can be a lesson to prevent that anybody abuses against the nobility of a woman's heart. I wouldn't want to be in the shoes of the person who offended you, but I'm not afraid because I'd never do that, especially to a person who deserves all the praises. It will always be for me a pleasure to read your verses. (There is a small error of transcription, you wrote " intice" , I believe that you meant " incite" because the other word could be "entice" but I think it's not because now you are suffering from a "poetic fury"). Hope you'll be calm again because your teeth shine better embellishing your smile.
As always, my sincere congratulations.
A brotherly hug,
Ramiropad

 

this simply reminds me a soda's song called "canción animal"... words don't help me, moaning is better... when the body doesn't expect what they call love... more you request and live... precious lines Lluvia... regards. Good luck.

 

That was wild!!!!!!!!, It was so fabulous to see this "dark" side of you. Everyone must be scare of you April. You are the one who rules. Lovely poem April.
Pemb Winter