Saturday, December 18, 2021

It Will Drift Upon a Draft

 

thoughts about beauty, jazzy salsa, blues in body, elegant existential. stars on paper, eyes in limbo, dazzled, dazing, sweet terrible taboo. so forbidden, needing entrance, a warm storm on a rainy night.

crisscrossing leaves, cherries in skies, New Years in jade opaque.

palms to acrylics, musing differences, more able to discern beauty.

by heart whisper, susurrous conduits, souls screaming, abused by society; thrust with a spear, leaking into a pillow, it drips into sheets.

such jaguar paws, those electric times, so gentle to a lonely fisher.

watching as hips walk further, it was oh so indelicate, it ruined, nay, opened exospheres.

so much zeal, surety in zest, speaking swiftly.

days in company, like superseding reality, by fixtures.

oh fertile laughter, contagious in villas, vestas filled with verve.

a glance between us, a future wrought in distrust, a cooling draft in a sealed mansion.

calligraphy on beauty, tetras around gorgeous     a deeper secret, it’s selective about praise.

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