Subliminal poetry, nothing more.
to lie in utter darkness,
stealth like,
a nipple to the shroud.
And some would say,
it is a lovers smile
aroused by the tepid motion
of a clouds slow caress.
But if I that moon,
that quisling in the night,
I'd lift the mantle, the widows veil,
and move towards a kiss.
Poetry by Ulysses
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Written on 2005-05-30 at 19:45
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Crescent Moon
How strange it isto lie in utter darkness,
stealth like,
a nipple to the shroud.
And some would say,
it is a lovers smile
aroused by the tepid motion
of a clouds slow caress.
But if I that moon,
that quisling in the night,
I'd lift the mantle, the widows veil,
and move towards a kiss.
Poetry by Ulysses
Read 956 times
Written on 2005-05-30 at 19:45
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