Muscular Love
When the rage blows through
And biting leaves are sodom bent
When dark hands thrash from housetops sent
Rocking corners still know their ready course
Your love settles in good sense.
I am free amidst torrential outsource
Fluid fantasies break out
From break points of grey noise
We are swirling in singular ploys
Forever now, blue midnights peel
Across leisurely winds of time and change
Action throughout life
Making ripe future's plain
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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