crinkled squints evaporate
in swirls of tannin and mocha:
roll, roll, squeeze
puff...
palabras eviscerate the air---
daggers blunt with passion.
pursed reds collide in a blue
maelstrom of absence replete:
blink, stride, grasp
ex tri cate...
feet cleave vainly through the mist---
flowers ensconced in cloying sediment.
flared hangers sample skins
tinged in spearmint and cinnamon:
focus, vacillate, kiss
abyss...
anger disembowels the night---
leopards fraught with caution.
11.August.2011
August 11th, 2011 at 1:43
Wonderful, keep it up thanks.
August 11th, 2011 at 2:12
i wasnt sure what to expect when i started reading this.. i liked it.. 🙂