back to A-dam in the 70ties:
Vaporous distance, tangled
in a boisterous body-blues
of coloured windows,
in the wilderness around you;
the depth of the source.
(In the bathroom
a nude French girl. Outside
the-snow-is-falling...)
Transcended into
moon-beams-on-the-glass:
The warm mystery
of your secret love,
window-high, circular,
bending with evening,
unfolding wings of dusk;
The transcended dance,
the mutated dance:
Lovers tangle...
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-08 at 14:35
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Lovers
Vaporous distance, tangled
in a boisterous body-blues
of coloured windows,
in the wilderness around you;
the depth of the source.
(In the bathroom
a nude French girl. Outside
the-snow-is-falling...)
Transcended into
moon-beams-on-the-glass:
The warm mystery
of your secret love,
window-high, circular,
bending with evening,
unfolding wings of dusk;
The transcended dance,
the mutated dance:
Lovers tangle...
Poetry by Bob
Read 642 times
Written on 2015-05-08 at 14:35
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