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Bare-Puddle Bleed
Smile
and bold-strip my skin
to bare-puddle bleed,
Gracing fine altar
of reddest concrete.
Breathe deep like desire
for soul burn and rash.
Scorch me as wet fire
in rain-spattered clash.
Smile
and clean-cleanse me
with barest of touch,
'Opine your power
feed hungry. (often and much)
Scent me with nostrils
that raw-separate souls.
I jump in heavy,
don't like to be cold.
Smile
and inner-warm me,
my strength has all fled.
Grant me your altar,
Darkest~
in soothing monotones
of red.
Published 20th May 2015
| Edited 20th Jul 2015
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29th May 2015 11:12am
I love laying my eyes upon visual things cast from afloating words. You have my admiration.
29th May 2015 3:18pm
Aww thanks Dearheart...got this relentless *scratch in my pen..quite tormenting but..fun!
be good (ok..half-n-half)
~d
be good (ok..half-n-half)
~d
29th May 2015 10:55pm
15th Jul 2015 9:48am
Most awesome to see you here, sweet thx fer the read! (belated as they are.)
great nites to you ;)
~d
great nites to you ;)
~d
