"wiving" poems
is this is some kind of nocturnal dance ?
one to tune the world to whim
it's spun around our column
you saturate into the night purple and staining
unrestrained beaming in your hostility and blue as wishes i approach
rude as great depth you supper on my motion
scupper me whilst looking as bleached as surrender
or behave
so i charge after you inflated and the moonlight is revealed
moon mewling and fully realized
now for illuminated clouds to have their bellies torn at
the earth charges with gymnastic prat
you go at witchcraft in a pranky manner
girling and ferning your thrift score gown
you drag this disco into the greeting forest
the treating darkness fills in
like furniture addition
and the beats quicken to encourage
i tail you with athletic mammalian stride
whilst you whip your expressions
weaponized at my pursuit
but both of us have nature on our side
germing with merit
every hunter every heat
there's teeth between those tree
and we dance oscillate with grins
and battling antics
wiving the night music
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 9:02 PM UTC