Dizzy Darling


It Will Fly Poor Boy - Poem by Dizzy Darling

Branches human whilst tender fires smoke,
pools as galleries of eyelids meander
Eyes of
fountain
exotic as
nectar
furl away.

allow willow weeps into rivers stagger
Bacchus hoof eclipses round buxom landscape planting his vintage

intoxicant poppies breed naked dreams
zephyrs tumultuous mouth to mouth
blowing over the hills and into the shade
your breast button unclasped
sweet dews kiss upon your flesh
and travel to the soil beneath your tapering curves

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  • (9/27/2011 7:14:00 PM)


    Another amazing poem. I am amazed at such talent, and to the fact I am the only one to comment on some. Keep it up. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 13, 2011


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