Semi-Sappy Song
sweet stain of her
against the soul
a sky stong pollen...
the purest gold-
a caress of satin,
tasting sugar seeds
for one flaming moment
we often bleed-
whorled moonlight
mangled sheets
(hills of hell
valleys of ecstacy)
will
hearts soar with the sun
or drift away...
will they dance together
or simple walk...walk away
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2011
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