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Evening After


The witch’s brooms were seen gliding the perimeter of heaven. His and hers, a matching pair, equal through and through, enough to pass for siblings carved of the eartH’s flesh, stars for eyes, bark for skin, feet of moons and hands of Love…

Frankenstein trudged the lab as his monster slept. Tick tock goes the clock. Tick tock goes the clock. Tick tock... Wake-up, giant! It’s time to make good on your promise, Love…

Superman and Superwoman gazed upon the living circus and found their souls showing them naked, to her wearing their only skins. Up came Love from within, at that eternal step just beneath their feet, she motions to them, Love...

Man and woman lectured the beast and spilled her drink, one by one, two by two, all the way to truth, of which there’s only one, until they found themselves face to beautiful face, flesh to flesh, bone to bone, hate for hate and Love for Love...

I prayed for her Love. I beseeched the moon to use his influence to topple her toes out of her slipper found dancing freely, her elegance painted all around me, sorrow carved deep into her joy, my lovely Love...

She writhes for her freedom… Make Love appear (it’s been within her grasp since the dawn). She's massaged the bottoms of her feet (occupy her temple that Love might rein). She is what we desire, Love, Love...


© 2011 by mark prime
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