Flowers of Frankincense
Laying out
the body
and
them
they have released
polite glances
promising touches
and words for lean against
neither polyvinyl chloride windows
couldn't prevent
stupidity
from entrance
you are forcing your exhausted tears
on
kneeling over the cheeks
screenplays remain consistent
only the pawns alternate
it is noon...
... even Satan needs God to survive
Copyright © Sanja Cokolic | Year Posted 2015
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