The will o’ the Wisp
March 28th, 2010 | 
Author: Eyes against mine
I pull the small of your back
Hands slice slowly down your waist
I pull again
Lift you into me
Breathe each other
You are here with me
We meet
Drink of each other
Brown dress and beautiful skin
Gorgeous in my head in my nose in my hands and in my mouth even my ears there are no words for this
Trampled flowers
Good kisser
She lingers on the end of the word
Unlocking the door
A girl smiling back
Oh I think Oh
Then the back of her
The book closes
I am lost
Danced too long
Too late I see she can’t
feet make patterns in the sand
I understand that she cannot.
Ever Never lethal it stings then aches
Then She betrays
Slowly the crack crawls across
Trampled flowers beautiful vibrant
Rotting and pungent
It breaks me
I keep moving the universe pays no mind
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Lust is a many splendid thing of which I do not suffer.
Clearly I do.
I’m digging it. Great job!
Sweet of you to say Nina. Thank you. The actual poem is over three years old and the very first one I ever wrote. It took months.
Look Michael, I want you to go to Freewillastrology.com this week, before next Monday. You are to click on Aquarius, then Sag, then other signs related to people whom have a daily influence in your life. Even though I’m on a spirit path, which purports to helping me overcome my astrological influence, I still enjoy a good Tarot reading occasionally.
Um, what?