Night Twist
Tied in shifting shades of lavender
are moon curves,
sizzle fingers search -
his , and hers, and his,
exposed -
the surrender of neck,
spinal arch a bridge
to tumbled clouds
where the thunder roars.
are moon curves,
sizzle fingers search -
his , and hers, and his,
exposed -
the surrender of neck,
spinal arch a bridge
to tumbled clouds
where the thunder roars.
posted by burning moon at 2:16 PM
2 Comments:
amazing how the placement of the single word 'exposed' has so much impact in this piece.
I love the way poetry can make you stop, pause, and then continue, all at the whim of the poet, its very cool
Sensual writing my dear *smile*
:) thanks. nice to do that sometimes.
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