Conducters Whistle Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Conducters Whistle
His mind was reeling as the shadows did thier dance.
his body became his temple as she began the dance.
the moment spent,
the lust was gone,
the dance was over, and so his eyes clear, d.
From a electrical storm came the demon,
and from this storm the demon left.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
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