Jon Doe

Sojourn Life - Poem by Jon Doe

I play the light in ways of me
and suns of shame obeys in seen
for breaching the stolen (and washed)
precious stows keeping in still that tosses

Lived of abode, in grass of smells be tied
Came and to be and same of me I have by
The crosses court and bay (from the stolen)
Lame put out so debonair and consciously folding

Oh, lowly doves of promenade, above me softly
Made in dawning woolen lays we thought as toffee
Can you feel I’ve felt the touch (that touches skin)
On the light of playing ways that want me to attempt sin

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010

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