inhale.
she's a miscellany of ceramic suns
and starry lips,
so forgive him for staring too long.
their wild, wild hearts
pulsate on fingertips,
singing their heartbeat song.
exhale.
their ribs are broken,
their craniums shattered,
festooned with crowns of phlox.
kiss him silly, oh beauteous lady
but dig only a grave upon his maladies...
whisper into his ear:
" i'll take you to a frigid wonderland.
escape with me, my dear."
inhale.
and then gift him
your handmade rope necklace.
let him breathe pearls and
white veneer.
exhale.
soon he'll close his eyes and
welcome fluorescence,
his soul full of fugacious cheer.
inhale.
exhale.
inhale.
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ESOTERIC PHILOSOPHIES
Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
