…on the cusp between lust and love

a bloody-eyed not peaceful dove

with irises so deep and dark

no light will ever leave a mark

on landscape or in mind scape

endlessly entwined and draped

in anticipation of emancipation

or peremptory proclamations

in reflection of some inner need

a long and politely planted seed

of ponderous proportion…


a potion?

a notion?

no, just a

facile emotion

in perpetual motion


i want to get off

copyright r.b.franklin 08/02/07

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s