Old world glance – D THOMAS


Old world glance

Back through the skin window


Feeding the stitched emerald lips

In swan daytime


Licking the eyes of the blind

Calling softly


Stale vapour clinging

In dappled scars around the entrance


We peel the dawn gloves slowly

We unfurl the whipped rope of salted desires keenly

We steal the gnarled breasts of clasping freedom carefully

We curl the night hands about us tenderly


In fresh embraces

The line

Would hold

Before each mane blew cold





~ by londonsurrealistgroup on June 28, 2007.

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