"sophic" poems
Language
has come & gone
without
sophic discernment
for the fluidity
of her archetype
or
the stain of her touch
she-wolf in pain
but in love
in wine
or poetry
she becomes
a hundred thunder blessed
tongues
smoothing stones
in river beds
yet to be ******
newly hatched moments
in time
have missed the salvo
of rain
turned instead
pixels to temples
hypnagogia learned
a new dialect
oh yes
language has come
and is gone...
she slit our throats
whilst we dreamt
in the bliss
of ignorance
© Amber Dawn
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
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This very far which mine eyne doth
vision
the many furrowed shes
ouch
whom hath cramped mine live
mine wild
for the feral precocious
yikes
nubile nymphettes
the rapid flap of their
new vibrissa
unswervingly mine bearing
To mine left
the sophic hers
to mine right
enraptured with I
mine me
hern germinal corporeal
too
hern precocious expressive
Ahhh
dwindling
the hemp which the sophic shes
twist
whilst mine cerebral spills
too
the young shes
swell
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC