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PostPosted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 2:18 pm
by dks
Forgive my loitering with two in a row, friends. :oops:


it is the will of some relic siren augur
that I must be like Boudicca—
burn for touch,
yet battle for freedom from it

slaying tangibles—
breasts bare, backbone like a barge
ferrying the weight of manic ‘why’s?’,
armies of unheard screams—painted toes bloody
from leading the charge.

I’d rather be a lesser queen,
a demoted goddess—
let my fever trail off in the cool green deep…
Tip-toe off the march—

hide in arms of leaves.
reign unafraid—over thickets of sighs,
let wet cover wings, quivering thighs

thick skin, wide eyes
Voice flying—carbon-edged—silent, fast
Through air like a battle cry of trees

I’ll fashion the curve of my bow
with my knees—
fasten the fletching taut,
aim my broadhead straight at shame—

take the infinitesimal bullseye out

Re: Aim

PostPosted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 7:43 pm
by Saturn
Ah so good to read more of your wonderful work again dks.

Tarry here as long as you like, you have been missed.

Thanks for posting.