The Short Tale Of A Tall Girl Named Synergy~

With your body

painted over mine

the mood becomes burgundy

and the wine

becomes

blues

an old tune

carried in a patchwork pocket

of an old man

with youth on his lips

fingertips tapping out a melody

in angel bones

from every rivet

of my spine

seeds

blooms

a stem for the vase of my hips

with your body

painted over mine

 

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Reviews

[Ariel B.]

Ohhhh I love this. I love the bookend sentences. I love "the mood becomes burgundy and the wine becomes blues." I love "a stem for the vase of my hips." This is maybe my all-time favourite of yours, at least right now - it's beautiful and perfect and perfectly complete within itself.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Such a meladic tone, I love the use of imagery. Tells a short story inside a poem.

[Robin]

love the orobouros that encircles the magikal within your poetic touch

[David W Moore III]

You always have such great use of color, and this is a perfect illustration of that. And the last line is exquisite!