cannot be called fair
finding my best socks missing
I must dance barefoot!
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cannot be called fair
finding my best socks missing
I must dance barefoot!
I must dance barefoot
feel the floor under my feet
yours moving with mine
yours moving with mine
as I speak in pantomime
your heavenly lips!
your heavenly lips!
that angels should bleed so well,
through bared teeth: a smile?
Through bared teeth: a smile?
Or a ravenous lion?
Hide me in the bush
Hide me in the bush
I'm worth less there, and that way
I might not get caught
I might not get caught
but no easy getaway
soon as our eyes locked
Soon as our eyes locked
there was a kind of crisis.
What did I feel? Fear?
What did I feel? Fear?
You may be right but I just
felt a bit haunted!
felt a bit haunted!
autumn leaves and spinal chill
cat eyes, midnight moon.
cat eyes, midnight moon
how they reflect each other
cat blinks, short eclipse
Cat blinks, short eclipse
resident respite of mouse,
gets away again!
Wonderful, inventive, and imaginative!Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
gets away again
sweet harvest from swift keen eyes
under hunting moon
under hunting moon
woodsman's footprints mud impressed
wolf howls through the haze