Day Tripper

A Poem by Crowley

An oldie...

Tilted and full of grace like a perfectly balanced sandstone boulder

She entered my eye and I bathed in synaptic beauty

Her march south was supposed to stop in the heartland

A life would be built and beauty created from thin air

But the brakes failed, a downward spiral past heart and intuition

Only to lodge squarely in the valley of pleasure and infatuation

A man's aura dies and what is left is post coital breathing

© 2018 Crowley

Author's Note

Sometimes execution is what's lacking...

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sette

when passion flares... as the song goes the heat is on... one scintillating writing my friend

Posted 6 Years Ago

6 Years Ago

Thanks, I always love your reviews!!

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Crowley

Phoenix, AZ

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