Tuesday, March 01, 2005


leather cells wrapped around
rooted to the ground
alive stench in open orifices
artistry decays by nostrum
shy sibilation of utterance
utterance of a wishful existence
reaching for the red emotion
waterfall from the two stations
cleansing the fleeting nostalgic ghost
welcoming the warmth of the horizon host
rising out of the deep
emerging from the sleep
standing on frailty
reaching for feminine artistry
tight joints straining with fibrous material
looking onto the yellow to red emotional
aroma of auburn herbal main
ah-more, ah-more, shall it remain
searching for the red emotion
partake in the communion

© 2001 thomas bates

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