A hapless romantic
Galloped perilously on a thread
Seemingly on an errand to never-land
His stilly sad soul screeching
As glowing as the milky way
Behold! A navy in despair
Sailing out of his ebbing eyes
On a Tuesday as yucky
As an emperor’s smile
A pert and erect whirlwind
Brazing softly on a camel’s back
Like a prisoner of chaos
Steadily adapting to his terrain
Like the aftermath of a verbal war
His perineal ear is exploited
By the vagile sound of silence
Thus leaving his flinching eyes
Drooling at the sight of –
Eve? Her daughter maybe
A handsel from the Lord of the flies?
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Semiprecious Elysian Fields
PoetryThe whispers of the spirit of dead lovers can be agonizingly joyful, I have managed to collect the very best from my sleep. Read, digest and share. Thanks
