tangelopes and suede,
crimson-torted dreams highlight
semen puffs of dew;
renewed envelopes
of pollen crescented drapes,
'what took you so long.'
jointed brevity—
nonchalance not apathy:
coolness with a care.
act natural whence
surroundings go bare for lack
of substance. Prolonged
lip-on-lip giving
one, the other, a chance to
overachieve in
this indiscretion.
Adorn me, waste me, covet
thine graces in a
shroud of permanence.
Parade-stepping to inner
monologue set forth
thru enchanted lit
eyes—magnolia furnaced
skies, imploring: Chance.
s./j. goldner
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