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On Your lines
it's dying of love
to stop
still frame etched
on burning eyelids
barely opened
grazing your skin
or another profile
breaking out
to crash tremours
very long
from the nape of the neck
to earth and back
if you dust me with snow
on the sun drenched road
me
I hear myself
breath broken
like a dried drop
if I bump into a
whatever breath
I claw
my hot flashed mind
to scratch the light
that shatters the dams
overflowing the I know not
bewitched
that vibrant gaze
between modesty and lust
to sacrifice my senses
on your lines
to stop
still frame etched
on burning eyelids
barely opened
grazing your skin
or another profile
breaking out
to crash tremours
very long
from the nape of the neck
to earth and back
if you dust me with snow
on the sun drenched road
me
I hear myself
breath broken
like a dried drop
if I bump into a
whatever breath
I claw
my hot flashed mind
to scratch the light
that shatters the dams
overflowing the I know not
bewitched
that vibrant gaze
between modesty and lust
to sacrifice my senses
on your lines
Published 29th Oct 2012
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Anonymous
29th Oct 2012 3:41pm
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21st Nov 2012 11:36am
between modesty and lust
Yes, this small distance
from shadowed to smoldering
holds the elements at bay,
the electrons in their cues.....
Yes, this small distance
from shadowed to smoldering
holds the elements at bay,
the electrons in their cues.....
18th Jan 2016 2:33am
Rampant & ludicrous, yet in a fluid of it's own recognance. I know not to dislike in discomfort or rejoice in the abstract of your messages. An enjoyable ramble of these verbs nonetheless. Keep Grindin CAOS737
