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Oasis

I see...
Smear of oils 
With weird forms,
Roar’s of the occults.
Subhuman mesmerises, beauty nudes
Woven entwined, as potions  of love.

I see ...

The canvas, come alive,
At a master’s touch, to reality.
Casting spells with the unknown
Witch craft? Nay, 
A blend of passion and dread.


I see ...

Energies of erotica, 
Taking shape
She thirsts, She throbs,
And on leathery wings
She rides.

I see ...

Shrouds of mystery
Clawing  at my heart,
And I thirst
But then my oasis,
Is within.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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