Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on February 6th, 1991 No Comments »
The hunt
Poised
A destined inclination
withering mesh
brought into an array
bound by
Ecstasy.
With a tumultuous rising
venturing into the light
and then into a warm
darkness
Bonded only
by motion
friction bound
by virtue
Virtue
Restrained only until the touch of a sigh
And then surrendered.
@may_gun ah, a kindred spirit! Posted by @UkuleleJim over at twitter.com).
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