For a good friend of mine. Her complexities amuse me.


Your Ego In Bloom

hips grinding in like degenerate stone
tendon to muscle, bone against bone
lingering slowly in isotope smiles
she gives me a grin and its stretching for

miles.


she comes in creeping like spiderwalk aches
pounding my eardrum and making mistakes
that trip in like clown painted cheers all around
and she speaks to me loudly, though makes not a

sound.


radiate here from your lips to my eye
trickle so soft as your sentiments die
like a flowering heat to a flowering chill
your ego in blossom is making us

ill.

your ego in blossom.
your ego.

save us.

move and creep.move and creep.

nourish it. flourish it.


an ego in bloom.




Poetry by Seraphina
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Written on 2007-06-15 at 00:41

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Rob Graber
I think your work reveals a marvelous ear for poetry.
2007-06-15