Vernalagnia
#1
Diamond teeth are biting at my real living flesh,
the real living love, that never dies;
the real living love that reincarnates itself an amateur,
with a honey lung, a honey face,
a honey foot, a honey soul.
And, I trade my spirit for all life’s spirit,
coiled inside the storm of selfish dreams—but,
lies still coil around the bubble of my heart,
sometimes.
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#2
I cannot trade my spirit though I've tried.
I've poured it out in endless barter
glad to spend it in exchange
for what I think I want, but always
I stand at the end with nothing but my spirit,
just can't shake it loose.

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#3
Shem, this is lovely, simply beautiful.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
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#4
(03-04-2017, 12:22 AM)Quixilated Wrote:  Shem, this is lovely, simply beautiful.

yes, i know.
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