Friday, March 28, 2014

dark moon passing

Molten currents
stardust ...
ursine scarred
mythos lined
flared intention of wool rising
wooliness ... the kinda that scratches and bites at softer things
like skin and ego
discordant by nature
fealty a fault
no tepid passive dance
tango becomes him
gypsy passion drips from lips and hands onto waiting wounds
grizzled roughness that craves the taste of
chamomile silk on the amaranth of tongue
fight yields
the white spaces weep between the poets words
revealed knowing
transcend this day ....

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