Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Love at Dusk


The layers of immeasurable sweetness mount,
As the beastly desires consume our bodies,
On this solid, flat, square, wooden bed – Fixed!
The saccharine fumes escape into the air,
Burning my imaginings of love's existence,
The holocaust of platonic spirits!

5 comments:

  1. Hope I also escape in the air with this poetic spirit

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  2. The poetic fumes from your thoughts are really good....

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  3. The Saccharine Fumes :)

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