Walk densely by my silent side
while smiling sinly,
softly sipping telepathic waves
of wishes weighed with red.
Angelic beams —
your eyes are purple bloom —
deeply burning with indecent flares
In vice of my anemic dreams:
I’m faintly falling into loss.
I watch the swaying dream:
Your flippant hips
are deceptive depth,
a luscious lure.
“Catch me if you can”
Your feet are silvered salmons
swiftly running: roaring rapids,
escaping softness in the stream
for shade of lazy laughter afterwards.
You’re the hidden echo, darkly lost.
Today I host dVerse MTB, and wants us to break the rules of creative writing and use as many modifiers as we possibly can. I also urge you to use unlikely combinations that add to your poems.
August 27, 2015