PERMEATION
Pen to paperLips of burgeoning lovers connect with lightness of milk thistleNib of silver does a figure eightCoral fingernails glide against chiseled jawWisp of wind rattles loose leaf on deskPalm with hint of pressure tempts backboneLimbs listlessly resemble branches reclaiming memoryTwist of twig, root widensSmall sounds trek from her lipsMetered motion of his shifting hipsParagraph pulsatesSheet of white envelops instrumentExertion of awakening transformed like spring peppering last flakes of snowfallWhat was before is just wasWhat is now is just isAs for next, that shall be what comes when we doEnsuing essence exclaims in our chapter’s outpouringA.H. Scott2/12/15
Published on February 26, 2019 03:47