Friday, October 3, 2014


Whatever words such
As these
Could never hope to
Describe the perfection
Of the swaying
Swell of your hips could
Never tell the worn-down
World how autumn rain and
Truth bring
Suffering through your
Lips long standing wouldn’t
Justify the want you
Express pure feeling through
Your eyes the black strap
Of your bra laced over
Your shoulder fading
Hair in a moonbeam
Draped across
Pastel breast except
The fastening
Of your astral body once
Again to mine whatever
Rampart begged to
Make us separate apart
Could never stop
Expounding seeketh
Only my own
Sleepless need to

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