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Those wings, inked with
in embroidery, dancing
rhythm thunder beat,
like veins, in fingers, on skin
All crooked from the sky,
blowing cold cast, over me
whispering tree ripping obscenities
and it's rain, came up like petals,
in my garden of Eden.
Glossed lips in your honey,
the sweetest.

Author's Note

spot the sex references, heh.

Reviews

[MissWordSmith]

i agree with Steve. Tree ripping obscenities! LOL! You are inspirational. you just showed me in one line what I could do with the English Language. Thank you!

[Steve]

'tree ripping obscentities', fantastic! I like the way you use language, very vivid, this is a really good piece. Keep writing friendo

[RAWR!]

dancing
rhythm thunder beat,
like veins, in fingers, on skin

very nice