GOODFELLOW'S VERSIONA Poem by kublakhan2705 26 11
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"Athens..." If I could pan your posture through the silken wafer threads of your pink sarong like the golden promise of a loded west I would sow beneath my bitten toenails your resplendent grains and abstain from our games of aberration and allow a light to trip and kindle in my cuticles sparking a spaghetti revolution of vines underneath my soles and over an apparent dew of flavour on my clamdigger legs feeding bloom and corresponding gluttony upon the modest height my masculinity so urgently esteems as the dew upon my skin is stretched to flood from drop in the name of a lunar forest dame and the summer lunacy she playfully politically parades II. "...and a wood near it." I am conscious of the mysteries atrocities ceremonies improbabilities among the consequences in the queue to pursue liquid matter down the necks of living things and yet I would forsake the dry certainties of distillation assent to the chemical enigmas and drink from the naked chalice of your charisma and wonder whether my intake be water-rapid syrup-paced or cake batter-casual ere it circumvents schools of systems and cells touching down in my hub of logic for a fairytale respite and a call to an ill-starred couple for a visit with regards from a garden wall too tall for romance itself never mind my hermetic sirrah's height and so ambrosially green to absorb and quench that which my throat implored to propose to my right mind The puberty of fantasy for the retroaction of reality © 2013 kublakhan27Author's Note
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StatsAuthorkublakhan27Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutMy first book is out! Any comments that anyone may have to offer regarding my work would be deeply appreciated, as I'm yet to get a review. www.amazon.com/Waltz-Around-Swirls-Steven-Fortune/dp.. more..Writing
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