Lying on shimmers of gold
The foamy tide saunters
Risen from lake's where
Cirrus feelers of curious
Dolloped in opiate eyes
Salted until savory
We stretch out
On a towel
nation
How do I
get feath
To her
naked
So we can both fly
To see the truth
Clouds are
Cotton
Beds for only us
Where have you been for the past month and a half? I miss your posts.
ReplyDeleteLove the images in this poem!Thanks for commenting on my poem in dVerse. I didn't see your name on the list anywhere so I followed this link to your blog, even though it is not a recent poem!
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