A statement to the landscape of beauty.

© Broken Foot '06


Come make a bid!


My hand is a spaceship, exploring

My palm the spacedock meeting you

The spacestation of your skin,

"Take me to your leader"!



My look is the doubt-cutting sword

You, your presence Alexander's Gordian Knot

Through the wall with my siege engines

Gatebreakers and catapults, fire!



I populate you with my grateful little citizens

Fill your courtyard with the market of my pulse

Come make a bid on me right now

With all your wonderful beauty!



Poetry by Broken Foot
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Written on 2006-05-05 at 15:42

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those were cool anologys.
2006-08-28


Kathy Lockhart
What a mixture of delights! I love the inferences! My head spinning! Enjoyable to say the least! kathy
2006-06-07


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there a wonderful poem and images of a wondrous beauty you are indeed a true romantic poet rgds mike
2006-05-06



Maybe the engines are not needed and the leader inside is already bettering on her makeup and mixing drinks...
Great sci-fi images, the first stanza is superb!
2006-05-05