Monday, 28 November 2016

I want to survive

I want to feel angel wings
that gather lines
along the snow
that watch from a distance
where nobody goes

Touching soft skin
causing bumps to rise
sensual wafts
of perfumed

Horses run wild
heartbeats at will
mind in a whirl
nothing stands still

Lips that seal
images prevail
cornered in silence
body is pale

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