bare repetition consists
of eyes closed to the ecliptic
like sand falling through your hand
until
dropping very cordial tears over this memory
her moisture had merely beaded
on her distinctive surface
rhymes become romantic with the rebelliousness
of and by your body
by chance
with supple verb
a desire of delicacy
in other words
onto the dirty talk
the poems we breathe
reflect an aura
of troubled minds
as moonlight flicks it's subtle slivery tongue
on the nipples of the night
collected from unique ancestral paths
these repeated lies
and the new robots mobilize
they will not sympathize
they only imply and never reply
but today's fearless factions
better clinch radical action
like exotic caged emotions...
discussing a slippery mallets motion
like music from fairies wings
daring again to dance in fiery rings
I love this 'unveiling'. Bold
I love this 'unveiling'. Bold and beautiful!!! Getting down to the nitty gritty. Let's not candy coat anything and let the real lawyer be seen. As truth needs no defense.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "