not many miles of land
stand between
us
covered before long
from hong kong
with autonomy
then all unravels
in a strand of dna
plucked up from
the sand
the discovery
brazen
without age
phenomenal
comes the imminent
satiated
whip of six eyes caught
in mad uncovered
surprise
cracking inhibition
falls with silks
off thighs
caught off guard of breath
where imagining
dies
casualty of the cut of muscle
toned reality
and before long..
a great and burgeoning towards
finality
the whites of eyes
the cries
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Absolutely love this. Both sides of the mind in one explanation The beginning and the end Magnificent writing .
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sometimes words need be crafted: whiddled, sanded, moulded, edges softened to fit together. Or sharpened to a deadly point!
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