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

 

D THOMAS JUNE 07

 

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~ by londonsurrealistgroup on June 28, 2007.

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