Wednesday, October 24, 2012

The Fall

The buttered language of an ephemeral hug,
The silent whisper of a flimsy kiss,
The inviting shadow of that mystic delusion,
The ecstatic stupor of a besotted lunatic.

The perfumed wings of a distant dream from beyond.
The smoky trail of clouded reason,
The flaky promise of a tender graze,
The fiery pits of a bottomless silence.

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