This is a hommage Baudelaire, or a poem refered to the green hour


The absent minded green fairy

gently slips her arms

around my neck.

She's floating in my veins

making sugarsoaked illusions

in my brain.

Her moist breath

whispering your poems

in my head.

Poetry by Elise
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Written on 2010-06-10 at 21:05

Tags Absinthe  Fairy  Illusions 

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Maria Christina
Forced me to breathe more slowly & deeply, as if I'd taken this inspiring trip with you. Totally entrancing!

Man this is mystic...i do love ur word choice in all ur poems..
keep this going

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this too, in particular with how I can connect it to a personal part of my humanness - thank you and also welcome.

Rob Graber
If it won't make you crazy enough, he sure will! Enjoyed this, and welcome!