Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Ode to the Iris (2004)


For Monica

Pale windblown grass of your eyes
Upon which I would lie,
And embrace the waist of your mind
As in soundless sleep I spy
Waking flower spread divine,
An illumined goldmark in the wine -
All this verdant glow is yours,
Held in glass of love now mine.

3 comments:

  1. wordy, keep writing :) there are people out here want to read more!

    hope you're well btw babes!

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  2. Your writing + thoughts are very much appreciated wordy

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  3. Where's more of it you slackass? Feed your audience

    ;)

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