Ages ago, I danced
with a kind of devil
wearing leopard-spandex
through a tempest fire.
We guzzled spirits,
nuzzled in each other's arms
as we circled the sun,
whirled around the moon,
kissed every star
in the heavens above.
She put a hex on me
& I survived, still looking
for a white dove,
some peace of mind.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Ages ago, I danced
with a kind of devil
wearing leopard-spandex
through a tempest fire.
We guzzled spirits,
nuzzled in each other's arms
as we circled the sun,
whirled around the moon,
kissed every star
in the heavens above.
She put a hex on me
& I survived, still looking
for a white dove,
some peace of mind.
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