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
Napo B "Live" 