postmodern

postmodern

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Love Is Written On Your Face

Love is written on your face  
Entered cloud I feed on you

Stepping softly, praying to breathe
Your wild atmospheric air

Beneath loud music we travel
Earth, chiding the barren ground
Sweet inflamed glow, praising
The sun's nearer approach

Like figures upon the rocks
Whose single splendor shines
Fresh ornaments of marble
Our elemental passion, screams


Possessing a shadowed perfection
Shrouded in mist, walking the sea
Strange beasts of ecstasy and pain
Shouted whispers in the rushing dark

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