Heretik

Heretik

A Poem by Alistair (Ali)

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There is musk about your scattered limbs,
Sweet silvers on your Southern drawl,
Deep heat pinned papillon..

Let us pull these pearls
A little tighter...

Recite the hymns
That stoke the fires

From bended knee

Excite these summoned energies,
To crave these hearsay heresies

And see.....

Our war- paint , wild existence
With a  freedom seldom known.

© 2019 Alistair (Ali)


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Added on April 6, 2019
Last Updated on April 6, 2019

Author

Alistair (Ali)
Alistair (Ali)

Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom



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I write because I cannot paint. I enjoy the flavor of words, their subtle tastes and textures. I savor their spice and their sea salt. They are washed in on tides of thought, and i comb the strand.. more..

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