A bluish bummer tossed like god's grace ascending from pouting lips
Where do you find the time between pixelated friends & computer memory's
Subterfuge sits with lotus legs spreading meloncoly mirth
Crystal tear drops in the dancers eye
Earth's rhythmic hymn windy horns of creation
Dilapidated reds cast melting passion thru loves heaving breath
Sensual and firm
Word is as word does
A Pixelated PoetryPal
Lines Adored: "...God's grace ascending from pouting lips..." and "...Word is as word does" (nailed it!). Glum gleed Subterfuge lotused was my favorite character. I like going where you go ~slc~
Indeed Stella, thank you
I should file this in the poems though.