I crafted a pair of poems while at work today. Like most poems, they are about stuff. They are both short, and neither were written specifically to be in measure, so I think they would best be called free verse. They are part of an attempt to be a little less literal in my poetry. Enjoy!
It creeps, crawls, craves, and connives
Latching, leeching, lurking beneath the skin.
It pushes, pulls, prods, and pulsates
Tugging, tempting, tormenting, beneath the skin.
Again and Again