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A witches brew of pictures flicker through mist thick as a curtain,
hovering, then it settles on you and you glisten, glow,
a light, a rainbow, a crystal ball of invitations I take delight and
pleasure in,
write on with my fingers, my tongue, a private invitation for you, my own,
your lips the fire streaking through my blood, we burn from opposing sides towards
the center chord.
Here I relapse, in this cloud, this cloud without weight,
before the other side pulls me down, back to where I observe from the
fringes,
just a silent spectator filming the pictures
of the greatest illusion and most bountiful of spectacles, life! Feed me.
Very enjoyable, thank you
ReplyDeleteI relapse all the time into my sumwhat colourful past ... then up again and off again to new shores ... and dat how life goes ... U doin well, friend Shadow? ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteHmm...interesting one. Starts off like a love story, ends with a creepy twist--I like it!
ReplyDeleteI would love to be the flame on the other end of the wax burning toward the center and when we relapse to ash I would happily hold your light so the film was clear and well pixilated.
ReplyDeleteWow, Shadow. Every piece you write is powerful.
ReplyDeleteHeavy, but I love this!
ReplyDeleteLife can be a great illusion and us writers observers on the fringes of it all.....breathtaking and beautiful as always Shadow!
ReplyDeletehello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay feed me!!! that is my motto too!!! ok bye
ReplyDeleteThis is a very interesting piece. Thanks for sharing.
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Burning from opposite ends toward one another...powerfully romantic
ReplyDeleteHi Shadow. You have a definite way with words to take us on a journey with you. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThat last line.
ReplyDeleteAaaargh...I am fed😏
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