I negotiate the lie of beauty
Navigating its deceit, its untamed geography
Feel the curves of careless form
Caress un-travelled paths
Match its pretence and smile
Then breathe the darkness of its light
His touch perfect places itself
At the centre of all my dreams
Piercing syrup coloured skin
With little globs of sap
Glistening on a hairless map
Leaving exploration yet to be discovered
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
I negotiate the lie of beauty
Navigating its deceit, its untamed geography
Feel the curves of careless form
Caress un-travelled paths
Match its pretence and smile
Then breathe the darkness of its light
His touch perfect places itself
At the centre of all my dreams
Piercing syrup coloured skin
With little globs of sap
Glistening on a hairless map
Leaving exploration yet to be discovered
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