Oh beauty
so rare
come hither
come hither in ripened simplicity
outline, if you will
the gravity of love...
as twilight beckons dawn
caress these withered vines ~
impeding light
let not stillness hasten
nor limbs remain hallow
imbue your sweetest fragrance
quiver between these stark and acrid loins
quiver you must,
till shadows fall away in freight
Oh beauty
so rare
come come, do dare
sweep o're
this threadbare frame
lie between my soil and grass 'en mane.
Copyright @ 11/01/2005
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