Grappling
the midnight oil
Bathing
in its kerosene
Alit, we light
As
circumference smiles
Grasping
The moonlight,
with spoons
that writhe for
submersion.
Utensil
deep,
The
drowning ladle dies,
Suffocating
in ecstasy,
Each fatal moment,
Every tragic second,
Perfect slips from its
Shimmering ridge.
As It Seeps
Away
from
The
lip.
A
moonlight slipper
Consumed
with dew
Dreams
of cosmic pools
To
swim beneath,
To
drift upon
Anima,
persona
Unity,
bathed in quenching light
While this may have the appearance of a google screw-up it is and it isn't- Lip should be over next to to the, but the others I wanted to be set apart from the overall design.
ReplyDeleteGoogle always messes it up, it never looks the same when you post, as it does in the preview, stupid thing. Liked the more soft, gentle approach to this one, even though I'm sure lighting a match while bathed in kerosene wouldn't make for something very gentle..haha
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