Where does swarthy laughter in its flight flow
when Bridger mountain forms the springtime melt
and Spencer drifts of dreamtime lost in the snow
and Jamie ships out past the orbiting belt
This is when the yawning abyss does form,
above the vaulted, gloried ceiling stars
to shower down light hearts to play the harem
end quick fingers pluck the lines of puckered scars
Alyeska calls! Her song in quilted white
Her corsage the stolen emerald of holly bush
the birds make eyebrows in the morning light
while fish spawn and slump in the water rush
But lately all that beauty fails to spark
half so well as your face swimming in the dark.
-by-Tristan Bennett...freshpoetry.org
-writ.on-12/23/2012
Word of the day:
-complicit- def: culpable of being an accomplice, having partnered with a wrongdoer; playing a part or portion in a wrongdoing
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