I've tasted your play
Yet there were no cards
Dealt in my favour
Nor were you really
Spiritual. . .Only
The longing emerged
Freely. . .Japanese moving pictures
Narrative becomes redundant
When You. . .untangled the soft
Butterfly knot on my silk
Gown and start to pop
Me up. . .on a lovely desk
Destroying any last
Thought of resistance.
Burning peaches, pushing
Fire, we. . . The tangible.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:01 AM UTC
I've tasted your play
Yet there were no cards
Dealt in my favour
Nor were you really
Spiritual. . .Only
The longing emerged
Freely. . .Japanese moving pictures
Narrative becomes redundant
When You. . .untangled the soft
Butterfly knot on my silk
Gown and start to pop
Me up. . .on a lovely desk
Destroying any last
Thought of resistance.
Burning peaches, pushing
Fire, we. . . The tangible.
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Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
18.1.2015
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