Amethyst and Mystical Womb
Although, having split personality
in his tiny palms,
he gleams...
and perceives life
without fear
but with warmth
of a mystical womb
that lures him
to enter a menagerie
of words,
entertaining
his shadow, not drunken--
but a bit drenched,
to huddle not
on a cold concrete like
a sleeping failure
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2009
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