Soul of the Seasons
...Plow horse neighing with the bending of clay
humble hands silently give thanks to the rain.
Petals flashing bumbles- flyers kneading nests
till death do they part or when fate slashes the breast.
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Categories:
slickens, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Animal Instinct
...Every time
my brain pauses
I can feel
(taste)
your bloody kiss,
the softness
of your lips,
the sharpness
of your fangs,
the pressure
of your snakelike to...
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Categories:
slickens, passion,
Form: Romanticism