See my electric symphony
in your eyes
hypnotised by the picture.
The beat feels like a fever burning secrets
ascending delving deeper
like unfurling flames in special ways,
in sexual want next to rocket red hot love perfection.
There's no secrets delving deeper
under water crystal spinning angel wings.
I'll be your deity,
come & touch me,
make turning the excitation high.
Crystal spinning giant love
evolving creatures like an angel;
the flames of love.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 475
Angel
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