by beav   Sep 6, 2007

Thoughts drift away from
a day in the life
to a darker side
of the moon
just east
of the mind's eye.
white satin notes
float like ashes
on bronze
dripping surfaces
musculature smooth,
warmed by the sun.


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  • 10 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    You are a amazing writer you should most def publsh your stuff