preening her with cloistered
cloths
cathartically enticing
keeping the knell of
foreboding lies
lest I will regain it
vapidly
if so I will must trim the
salient tale of love
a disparate enrapturing
of coiled lust
shinefully observe
dramatic entrance
through an eyehole.
I left the silken water
a meretricious
gift of the past.
30th of May 2012
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