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mer vi sheyn
It's not the fishnets
one desires
watching that rhythmic sway
darkness attracted to a brilliant sun
caught in the eye of her storm
shadows dancing about
the concrete gardens
seducing playful edges of the sword
blood dripping in red
surrendering her dead
of night/of gods
substantial
submitting for the cause
take pause, affect, of smell
colours on the fringe of pale
painting by the sorrow of the moon
and we swoon under the star*lights
the allure of the breeze
the gentle tease, of air
held back
breathless
awaiting to come
forward
one desires
watching that rhythmic sway
darkness attracted to a brilliant sun
caught in the eye of her storm
shadows dancing about
the concrete gardens
seducing playful edges of the sword
blood dripping in red
surrendering her dead
of night/of gods
substantial
submitting for the cause
take pause, affect, of smell
colours on the fringe of pale
painting by the sorrow of the moon
and we swoon under the star*lights
the allure of the breeze
the gentle tease, of air
held back
breathless
awaiting to come
forward
Published 18th Apr 2020
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18th Apr 2020 3:10am
18th Apr 2020 4:59am
This is wonderful, Tim. The entwinement of imagery and metaphor produce a marriage of poetic license here.
18th Apr 2020 12:13pm
i still don't know what the title means
more we....?
Nevertheless, stellar ink beneath a cryptic title
more we....?
Nevertheless, stellar ink beneath a cryptic title
