Cataclysmic
Fire.
The
morning has arrived sublime,
Time
waited not so coldly yet,
Bet
me on a chance to win,
Sin
is the veil I bring here,
Dear
are the price for loving her.
Fir
and spruce refresh my head,
Fed
into the gangly time of knowledge,
College
is to be a way of hope,
Nope,
I thought too long upon a song,
Wrong
the label of my desire yet.
Get
far away where troubles brew,
Knew
the entry into sound waves,
Craves
a darkness filled with light,
Tonight
she brings me to Ipa-nema,
Have-you-seen-her
wearing beauty,
Fruity
like a naughty nymph alive,
Survive
a day of being nicely randy,
Candy
to the mouth of uncle Sandy,
Handy
if you like this older passion,
Fashion
to excite his unused furnace.
"Nicely randy..." Might have to try that. :)
ReplyDeleteI have no idea where this came from. Just a bit of verbal jockeying.
ReplyDeleteI have actually written a poem inspired by your breath post of a few days ago. Look out for it soon.
Thanks for taking time to read.
Huge hugs. X
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