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Astral Aglow
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The Art Of Sight Light flutters from loosely hung blinds
Unworking to blind
With unearthly sun
Slither steaming upon skin
Bathing it in hot sunrisen skyline
Lighting a thousand fires
Across my naked flesh
My eyes shot with bright
And you
Lying there astral aglow
Bringing spring
To my wintered soul
Revisiting again, I must say
Revisiting again, I must say the whole poem, and not just the last two lines, is brilliant; but the last two lines conclude it with a powerful metaphor. Excellent poem!
J-Called
Those last two lines are
Those last two lines are brilliant!
J-Called