the solar wind surely would
cut me to a lace curtain
but for those lovers—
a smoldering iron core,
magnetized flowing power
and
the gesture of a neon goddess
deflecting all danger, opening
her hands, shimmering
fluorescent green passion.
cut me to a lace curtain
but for those lovers—
a smoldering iron core,
magnetized flowing power
and
the gesture of a neon goddess
deflecting all danger, opening
her hands, shimmering
fluorescent green passion.
powerful and cool poem
ReplyDeleteGreat piece of writing, so descriptive.
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