Slumber Woods DanceA Poem by Tim Lion
Different for me.
Hazily kindled by full springtime moon,
Goddess who bites with venomous kisses;
Wrapped in vine thighs of Queen Mab; lovingly crushed.
As my eternal eyes focus Beyond.
On mortal martyr! On to your dream place!
Raw soul-bloom has sprung from flawed fleshy root.
A grub left to earth; butterfly skyward!
Fly to your rest until morning wakes new.
© 2011 Tim Lion
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on February 23, 2011
Last Updated on February 23, 2011
Lake Worth, FL
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