Situated
situated…
near the rudder
of your soul
a mist that
makes me
shudder
down rivers depths
where estuaries
meet in strange
whispers melting
in my mouth…
voiceless
delicate shadows
dancing on skylight
innuendos
sublime
undressing your
lines…
I stumble
and
fall
(for a muse who knows who he is)
© Kim van Breda—23 May 2015
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