…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

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