In Passing Waves



it is as though I sleep
in whirlpools of octopus ink
caught in satin illustrations
oh your endless variations
rainbow schools of flowers I think
very light silver sleep
violet your eyes piercing pains
pregnant the skies when she rains,
pales of passion pure as my stains
running midnight's black river trains,
oh my geisha,{artist} price of mystery kiss
lacquer bamboo crimson dragons fierce
is your ardor I adore and I fear
such ambient perfumes caught in a tear,
is it for blue you weep
while throwing stars over the brink
avoiding all my summations
and my dilettante creations
like boats of tinsel they shall sink
into the shallow deep
gales of fashion storms suspect
last a moment then expire
in your heart I may reflect
passing waves of my desire...



Poetry by fyodr
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Written on 2007-07-30 at 17:24

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