Thursday, September 05, 2013
the tchthonic ( contd....)
(1)
I could in impassioned and lustful mode,
surge through the sanguine conduits
and canals that map you
- I could be water that sustains you,
or blood that drips through your bleeding heart....
and I could be licentious Fire ----
and warm you this winter night
(2)
those who have seen the look
in your eyes are those that have lost their mind
gone insane, where dialectic progressions of the mind
is taken over by the beauty of a serpah's form, her face.
these interring of thoughts with the earth, this
amelioration in slender arms....
so much good that her heart bestows to lost souls,
in acts and in words.
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