She is the chalk outline
Divined in stone beneath
Awaiting chisel hammer blow
Erotic inner statue dust
In dirt load bedevilled
Grit teeth wind-borne
I grin at the horizon
The gateway to the sun
The future finds me wanting
The girl with the golden gun
Divined in stone beneath
Awaiting chisel hammer blow
Erotic inner statue dust
In dirt load bedevilled
Grit teeth wind-borne
I grin at the horizon
The gateway to the sun
The future finds me wanting
The girl with the golden gun
4 comments:
You are always so moving.Glad i peeked in.:)
Be safe walk in peace allways
sonshine
thank you stranger
Stranger's are strange when your a stranger.:)
"I grin at the horizon
The gateway to the sun"
Fabulous imagery. Definitely lyrical.
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