tempt me not into your subtle
I am homeless arms too long
you smelled the wither in my eyes
and swore waters of your own
wanton until the tiger lilies fold
beneath ceilings of coral sky
that our skins would set their suns
for dreams of shivered clover
and the seams of sleeveless stars call
to be lost boldly in your found
where we are fallen among feathers
and every yesterday bridge
unstutters our fingers
from all the tangling sighs
tomorrow is all day for wanderers
and when every highway constellation
is damp with rogue glories parting
we will sip our slow lonely
in the morning
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Beautiful imagery .
I always appreciate your visits, S. Thank you.
Wow! Wow! Wow! Love it!
That makes me deeply happy! Humble thanks.
Thank you so much, new friend. It's a joy to have my scribbles bent on appreciative ears.
This is amazing! Some great lines and words used in this
Thank you, Shannon!
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