Photograph

03 Dec

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Photograph

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No soul

in this photograph

you say?!

I would

usually

agree

if it wasn’t her

with passion in her eyes.

The last together

before

both were lost

feels familiar

as loss

and other wonderful

purities and perversions

affects and distresses.

The tresses of her skirt

hit the floor

and she stood

exposed

to the light

to the sight of the night

completely for me

bright.

That osculation

lasted briefly

but stood in perpetuum

between the ears

through years and others

not worth a note.

And now you say

the photograph

lacks a soul?

Usually

I would agree

but she had great legs

and lovely thighs

and the in-between

featured the godhead

and all the rest I needed

and the waking

and the prophecy of future

spent commendably

alone.

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