Friday, January 18, 2019

It was


Honeysuckle'd Steel Velvet Train
steamed--primed
tasting of bark and vine
moist earth rising to fill my nostrils 
Winter season of this ancient Sun


I
could
not
look too long
or I would turn to
stone--
Pink Georgia Marble
captured by the Apollo Sun
as
umbered words
conduct
this
bold tango
taming
dragons
fear
fools
and
halcyon fields
melting-mending-bending
skin to skin
turning night into neon
straw to gold
gold to moon  
rising riding
this
Honeysuckle'd
Steel Velvet Train







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