such intent
Savor it
Savor what has been unseen-
Every cloak-and-dagger
Hide behind the undertow so your spying eyes go unearthed
Laying low close to those who will never know-
Never sense
The taste
of marrow-
of raw ignition inside bones
Or the adrenaline that's expanding your pupils-
Black, hardy vacancies and adaption to space
A neck to grasp
Lips to bite into
Warmth to be felt internally
Far more than physical
Closer to irrational spirituality
(C) Tiffanie Doro
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
such intent
Savor it
Savor what has been unseen-
Every cloak-and-dagger
Hide behind the undertow so your spying eyes go unearthed
Laying low close to those who will never know-
Never sense
The taste
of marrow-
of raw ignition inside bones
Or the adrenaline that's expanding your pupils-
Black, hardy vacancies and adaption to space
A neck to grasp
Lips to bite into
Warmth to be felt internally
Far more than physical
Closer to irrational spirituality
(C) Tiffanie Doro
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