That Twirl Balletic
If i exist
I would write of tears
that pulled down walls
Of love in seconds glance
Of new born parents
with matching gloop stains
Of darkness that swims between
the blood and skin
Of strutted sex
that smoulders ember ambers
Of blades of grass
that twirl balletic
in moistening summer wind
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Between Good aNd Evil
on the n
I stand
If i exist
i lie wi in th the space
where ink touches paper
Where key finger indent begs fullfilment
in bluened night
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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