![]() Whips and HoundsA Poem by CorsetIf love came in only one color if would be easily identified; "Oh looky here it's red it must be love" what if love was blue, or green, or yellow and pink like all the roses that bloom in the heavenly breath of spring how would you know which was the right kind of love for you? but it's not, it is a virtual kaleidoscope of color and hue and... and... your earthly shoes, in a myriad of brown that... is why it's so darn confusing, and easily mistaken as unique as the identity that wears it, one might as well run off with a rainbow... The bow of her lips the color of warm tulips in the sun, I wouldn't have to worry about undoing the undo-able I could flood the Earth with a billion tearful promises to never do or undo it again imaginary or otherwise, but with sweet kisses of summer dew something is wrong... aches and growing pains ah, God this a gift preferably multi-colored and special and as old as dirt, stay with us, stay with me I love the color of old especially gray all fifty shades of it,
where is my Whippet? damn old dog... © 2019 CorsetReviews
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