Manicured Madness
MANICURED MADNESS
I hear the rasp of a freshly
laundered pillow
on my face
next to me the
noise of a Leopard
sleeping
as we take off
in a lightning
storm
you will realise
this is where
your journey
starts
through crystal
blue explosions
arc
when you leave
this world
with weeping
heart
look at you
reading poetry
lost in this
game
a long time
ago
through a
telescope
of soft
eyes
into the silence of
a pristine white sea
far from the waves
of intimacy
© Kim van Breda
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