Where do you go?
Skyline?
Passion?
Shadows?
Addictions don't have to think.
Darlene,
this is where your arms
high upon magic weave.
Mindless.
Flicking.
Twilight.
Time is your religion, my addictions.
Darlene,
This is where your spell
upon the magic can't take it anymore.
Religion.
Addictions.
Darlene.
I want to be eternal.
Falling.
High.
Eternal.
Your spell that you weave.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 530
Darlene
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.