Penitent skies fall to her uplifted face Spurning vermillion reels of obsequy Still night had enchanted with simpering shades Born to fawn at whatever her coral soul imposed. 5 Naked girl of insistences Dismiss this churn of universe With a backpaddle of that turnless hand Spun starlight spins to expire upon! Dawn's jade twirl cannot climb to kiss 10 The disastrous greens of her envisioned eyes; Wrapped with a bandage of incendiary tongue, I cannot unbraid this claiming fire within me That spikes these whipping words.
From the collection "Ghosts and Princes"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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