Monday, February 14, 2011

Sans Reality


In yonder sights
tip toe dainty desires
upon the svelte shimmers
of a sultry sunrise sway.

In yonder reach
a rousing rapture rages
against repressions,
the verve of an ardor
tapping against time -
and time -
again.

In yonder, lay
the blend of skins
tangled in delirium
soothed over sighs.

The yonder, sought,
seeps through glances
with thoughts to seduce -
a trail that simmers.

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