Trapped between
blooming fireworks on a distant summer sky
and your incidence beyond me , humid and tangy.
I'm under the influence
your touchless warmth wrapped against my senses
futile are all my sensible choices.
To turn around, to take a dive deep down'our
moonstruck flagrances.
To step forward, to blast myself into this July sky
so brilliantly.
join me on the train here.
3 comments:
Sounds volatile!
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/07/05/dance-of-god-science/
mhhmm.it can blow one up to pieces...
Good one!
And thanks for your fun contribution to last week's Limerick-Off!
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