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Tuesday, 3 April 2018

Water (poem)

Trickling over sensuous tastebuds
Moulded teardrop of flowing space
Rolling around its carved interior
filled with moistened perfection.
Succulent creamy peace of clarity
serene tilted blue poignant delight
shaped to slither across the river
Entangle to which oceans seek.
Volcanoes shall not breach the heat
of echoing reflections that pour from above.
Heaven does no shame, put out this flame
Glide with rolls of sliding sweat
sparkle forever in the field of need.

8th July 2015

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