Chained lady rises out of the seas
All the bees come like rain,  with keys to sunken cities
I see  angels kissing, making exits in the flesh
I am calling on a wave, to lift my eyes skyward,
Following sequences of her sighs, to trigger love,
In ancient reflections I call her androgynous combinations
Her harmonious poisons adrift  in true romantic complexes
I catch a glimpse of her, unchained rustling of muscle
Through a lunar blood storm captured  by her friction
Unfolding in the silence in dreams without a sound
My sword sallower has come at last
She  seeker who never touches  ground

  • © napoleonbrousseau 2013                                           NaPoWriMo  day 11

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