Tuesday 27 December 2011

My Turpentine Lady

A
Black water
Lays
Shimmering
with
Iridescence
And Curdles
the Air
With its
Noxious Fumes

Rising
Into the
Ether
As this Turpentine
Takes
Flight
And Burns
Nasal Hairs
And waters
These
Eyes of Doom

And in its Shimmer
I swear i see the
Siouhette
Of Feminine Form
And ripples my interest

My Turpentine Lady
Does
Dance
ON this
Embalmed Fluid

And she is
Beautiful
Exotic
and so Deep
No Knife
Could cut straight through
It

Because
My Turpentine Lady
is worth
Her weight
In Gold

And with this
Mesmeric Image
My heart is
Stole

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