Poem -
Flesh or shadow
Shadow or flesh
Autumn brushes stir awaking the oceans heaped high with withering smiles bronze and flames dropping through the ghosted skies
flimsy flickering light dashed into canvas trawling capturing. Β
within scarlet scattered eye
painting breathing excursions into sighted thigh
nights bemused memory hangs tangled on a scented webΒ
that shadow glimpsed by artist winged brush
watches through broken mirrored lust
loves season dancedΒ
written down on the thirsty crimson drop of lip
seated on the dead madness counts each scabbard where shadows fled
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Awesome write :)
grand write Terry