opening lines for a new poem
I want a wanton
something feral at my own peril
not sterile of passion and desire
the higher the fire the purer the myrrh.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
note this is a just a fragment...
current working title: attar with no wilt, to the hilt
2 comments:
What did you say got under your kilt?
Nah...kilt isn't quite...there.
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