You curl
in the air
like
pallid vapors—
your frolic soul,
belly dancing—
a tip toeing Shiva,
as I blow you
inch
by
inch
vanishing
before
my
misty eyes.
25-15-21 (revised)
3:17:00 PM |
Classification:
Ergo Propter hoc
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