The IntruderA Poem by Kurl UrbanThe only acceptable intrusion, allowed.
Can I intrude your lonesome ambulatory motion, we could call it our maiden flight and explore the lunar with my hand clutched upon yours, subtle steps in case we fall, influence without rush.
The starry night of Vincent van Gogh, impressed as ours to use as the backdrop, meeting your sweet cheeks to run my lips upon without an audience to convey my reach, without the need to break the fourth wall. All this while tussling the piercing gruel from my stomach growl, the native home for the contradictory opposite of apathy, made to ease with the corresponding stares fixed long without hesitation, supporting the notion of gravity. © 2014 Kurl Urban |
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1 Review Added on December 9, 2014 Last Updated on December 11, 2014 AuthorKurl UrbanJohannesburg, West Rand, South AfricaAboutKurl Urban lives and was raised in Johannesburg, South Africa and is a passionate writer of poetry related to Spoken Word, covering a vast range of topics that stem alive from his immediate interactio.. more..Writing
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