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Your Honor

Time is of the sentence, while

verbs reveal their intents

for adjective nouns (pro or no

comment) quickly in vents

meant for air, but coarseness

courses through upturned grates  

shredding of courses into no ways

to go from here to home,

awaiting infinitely fine moments

caressed along necks of silken

skin within the wear of stretched out

glances left lingering still

in compassionate ponds rippling

soft warm smiles lazily by

the melting cares of the world

golden in luxuriously wrapped light

playing across the surface & through-

 

out into emerald encrusted irises

to cast love's shadow over

swamps of fear gurgling neuro-

toxic diatribes against plu-

perfect pasts & future

imprefects presented in a case to

Your Honor's (the jury) out of bounds

dissolved with ear ration-

al solutions mixed & stirred

thoroughly throughout,

without spilling too

much.

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Written by
travis-dixon
American
Published
Feb 23, 2012
Lines·Words
29·138
Tags
#love#poetry#honor#desire#you#language#wordplay
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