a fragment, no title

The being of beauteous-
unfathomable measures of quintessence
unutterable standards of subtlety, precision
unfettered grandeurs of purities, luxuriances
and whole whoredoms of contour, dimension
or defintion; indulgences of natural sin

I am a dried leaf
on a cool breeze which
is drifting through
some sweet September
evening
beneath Her fine warm
breath and milky caress

- “Oh, I’m so hungover.
My head is pounding.
It’s throbbing. Here…touch.”

She takes my hand lightly in Hers.

a fragment, no title

darrell1973day

Brighton, United States

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Damn, I miss Her!

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