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STURMASQUE

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2015-09-09 02:12

Dangle the ego on its ribbon and leather
the heart wrapped in black weather
suxxess
and acess
snap tight
toggle the lights

X-rays and scars
titanium sealed
that limp
throws the angular
hip
Baby when I watch
you recede i know
the stars
above this tangled
wood with its steamy
ghost
and clots of river
Polaroids draped
on the machine

limp lidded eyes for
the camera
mouth ad lib
spies for the
drama

Pile up the tension
in its torsion squeeze
another ounce
just too please

your face a mask
of beauty and devotion
sweat the sheen of
darkness's potion

stitch the snarl with
charismatic gnarl
black threads like
silk
the skin like bruised
milk

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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wesley snow

Wed, 2015-09-09 23:09

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but I was here.

W. H. Snow

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BettyBuff

Sat, 2015-09-12 18:41

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Where do you get these images? Are you on drugs? LOL

I've been away for months...dip my toe into the flow and sink up to my neck into your stream of lexis...

I drown in your words. My withered muse might be reviving...your work refreshes me and it's bloody sexy.
Ells.

Esker

Sun, 2015-09-13 00:05

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soul..business...heart highway tram trundle
her skin was pale...a brilliance set against
the darkness...a radiant suffusion and
attraction I find palpable to my eyes
..milk white...like snow white...a moonbeam
an angel guardian of wait...weight..marble
winged density in rains of velocity
the drizzle shiver...

bruised...the color beyond just grey
just there..violet and rouge..strawberry
and lavender...a burgundy brew
lushed in with storms
exclamations

tragic color

the fluidity of word use
implies a bath of cool plain
a literal imagery prompt
naked relaxing
reviving
something unordinary
in the most of ordinary
what I crave
and yet net never slake
for the mystery of what
I search ..
and find...
the brilliant minds
of many
and yours

thank you Ms Betty for the grand and equally charming comment/s
ive been hounded and this wolf needed such sweet response..

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