these days
III
my ravishing girl with fists
leather and lace twisted around
your wings and wrists
a righteous fix of happy madness
and woven ways
with kisses
that claimed my thoughts for days
my honourable and warmest host
gallant hopes departed like ghosts
as i felt you leave
but still you return
and yet you remain
this curious surprise.
IIII
cheronld commented on these days
06-27-2012
07/22/2012
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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