Open Poetry #29 |
SSS |
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since 2002-12-20
Posts 62 |
SSS It was in my imagination That they meticulously dressed for the night. I have seen them without a care playing in fire I have seen them with no thought of me But that is why it was perfect. Looking was enough to admire them According to an imagination - A manner, a fashion, a style In a dance, a beat, a look, a nothing at all. It makes you feel what they want And that may even be a nothing at all Still you are an object to their energy An encryption of colors and sounds Streaming from your eyes to your feet And leaving lip biting impressions. Sexy, sexiness, sexual Whichever one it may be They could turn the color red into purple And could tame the fire you play in. It is what you want it to be Or a nothing at all. Please check out my poetry online |
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