Friday, January 10, 2014

Voyeur Deville



There were diamonds in your bones,
sirens in your tones 
and vibrance in your own
Careless sense of nowhere. 
Nowhere laying calmly
in the back of your eyes 
like buried tales of ecstasy. 
All of this vicarious function
knows ends like a virgin swinger. 
Yet you subdued me. Held me
like a whiskey warrior with
four legs wrapped around him
and, falling away, a delayed 
pulse going through you 
to start a new show. 

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