I want to confirm this angular notion
My body
This way and that
Aligning with my mood
A spirit seething into the sunset

To hiss and turn with pink tipped cotton bliss
Like down the hint of blue in the wisp
And whisper into it
Turns to seething

Seething Mother
An angular set to jaw and shrug to match
Babe swaddled beneath her slump of shoulder
Matching gaze to gaze up to blue down wisp

The Mother hisses
She wished she had been kissed
The Mother hisses
The babe is kissed

A composure cracks
Knifely ...
Or nightly ...
Or something carved similarly to the moon
In its crescent form and pointed tip
And its pointed end finds the seam and rips

To empty upturned
A Picasso of dreams held tightly
And a desire to conform this angular notion
To confirm its ravels had made them selves round
Able to groove in forward motion
Written by Calamityofgin
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