Yeat's Wheel

“pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes sin’s a pleasure” Yeats

you shed tears during ecstasy
the spirit turning mere touch to temperature
turning fallen leaves into loving
dew into gold

salivating tears
in wondrous run-on sentences
marvel dancing in the flit
and flutter
of tongue to clit
Furies circling like a gyre
creating an ether
of sweat and spiral galaxies
into more metaphysical
incarnations of the wheel

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Bah Bah black Sheep- A hippie, rebel, highly individual. While loving creativity I have always done battle with the practical/impractical aspects of life. Sitting here in my aerie observing the world, the stars above and the other pinpricks below..
Been writing poetry since I was 14, now 62

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  • deliriousgirl
    deliriousgirlalmost 6 years ago

    OH hell yeah!!!!

  • you like this kind of metaphysics! :)

    – mychaelalchemy

  • deliriousgirl
    deliriousgirlalmost 6 years ago

    I go for the sensualist in you, yes!

  • and, I give good tongue, too

    – mychaelalchemy

  • deliriousgirl
    deliriousgirlalmost 6 years ago

    HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! But of course!!!

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