Distracted Vision
Cold dripping sweat,
a tower of bold
circular entry.
closing my eyes to
the pleasure of drowning
myself in it's refreshing taste
that leaves me naive.
mountains are dressed in scarves
of glaciers,valleys carved as
bulging veins.
natural force of life,
the essence of appetite.
for humans it is and indulgence of ambrosia.
For a God
it is
business as usual.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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