Monday, May 14, 2007
"Sluices"
It is decided
you must be
my muse,
a pliable combination
of two
of the nine
daughters of Zeus,
Erato
Melpomene,
for the sight
of your face
contrives tragedy
wrapped in a delicate sheath
of sensuality,
it's voiceless song
needling into my ears,
smoke curling
through the sluices
of my brain,
a toxic vapor of creativity
that chokes hold of me
before I can even realize
it is done.
Aleathia Drehmer 2007
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all of these are excellent...you're really on a roll here.
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