Thursday, April 12, 2012

Day #11. . . it was . . .

A honeysuckle steel velvet train
steamed & primed
tasting of bark & vine
moist earth rising to fill my nostrils with
seasons & an ancient sun . . .
I
could
not
look
too long
or I would turn to
stone ... pink georgia marble
captured by the apollo sun
as
your umbered words
conduct
this
bold tango
taming
dragons, fear, fools & choice
melting mending bending
skin to skin
turning night into neon
straw into gold
gold back into
a
honeysuckle
steel velvet train







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