to Martina - with love.
your tiny feet hang over
the modest tapestry.
you assault the morning -
my own, rueful morning
with the harangue of your
viridian kisses.
in stolid nights like this, Martina, the bowl of the sky
bawls in silent ruin.
distant roars of flightless
voices fracture the night
your dandelion smile gone
from your primrose mouth - Martina,
full moon, incendiary star,
in a slew of love and vertiginous
height you danced sprightlier
than any hapless dream soldiering on in the tight solder of the threadbare midnight. Martina - you had us trembling before, and now again, as you dash with your superlative shade that fleets,
i wake in ruinous mornings.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
to Martina - with love.
your tiny feet hang over
the modest tapestry.
you assault the morning -
my own, rueful morning
with the harangue of your
viridian kisses.
in stolid nights like this, Martina, the bowl of the sky
bawls in silent ruin.
distant roars of flightless
voices fracture the night
your dandelion smile gone
from your primrose mouth - Martina,
full moon, incendiary star,
in a slew of love and vertiginous
height you danced sprightlier
than any hapless dream soldiering on in the tight solder of the threadbare midnight. Martina - you had us trembling before, and now again, as you dash with your superlative shade that fleets,
i wake in ruinous mornings.
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