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bleeding twilight

[anonymous]

i bleed a litle from lifes grip to trip to gaze upon illusions beauty turning in her dance, perhaps to steal flickers of warmth from the souls of her feet. steeped in cold souls exhaling into bones restless impaling the press of flesh gripped skin to pin my mind here in time to watch her spin her time tangled web of here, and now. again the weight of wonder tugs within to bring me here where she now glides through the space of her own creation. hesitates on ball of foot, achieves warmth to heave sighs taut with thought and caught, captive. captivated by her transpiring has brought me here, clipped of wing to witness her fires ringing, spires singing, desiring fingers this soul reaces far into hands to touch, peers deeply into manmade eyes to see te vision of her duality, causality fused into a back alley hidden doorstep moment when all is the motion of maya and the sky painted red clay on the curved canvas of my mind. and i don't mind the falling of footsteps that calls the fool to fall all cool and confident into the mode of moving pictures, into sandstones waveswept caress, into the sights and sighs and sounds of bitter twilight.
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