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…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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