Under dusty cushions on a couch,
She keeps none but a lighter;
Lingers avid flash in dusk
And a smiley ray of photons
On her slender arms.
Under drops of southern after-rainbow arcs,
Upper limbs resemble straws
Posed between the lamp and me.
Stags of pure and yellow rows
Brush their antlers on my lids;
Draw a slit between her lips.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
Under dusty cushions on a couch,
She keeps none but a lighter;
Lingers avid flash in dusk
And a smiley ray of photons
On her slender arms.
Under drops of southern after-rainbow arcs,
Upper limbs resemble straws
Posed between the lamp and me.
Stags of pure and yellow rows
Brush their antlers on my lids;
Draw a slit between her lips.
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