Friday, 31 March 2017

CIRCE



I want my words to be
My dance
And my catharsis
Gently winding around your soul,
Euphoric movements
Quietly dissipating, unseen
Into the starry night
Until you’re groping….for more…

But when you are still
They will find their way back
To you
Invading your dark cavity,
Nestling behind your closed eyes
Lazily tumbling you over
With exquisite abandon
Into wild and glorious insanity

MS




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