Limbs Unfolded

The barrel’s are hellish red, tenderized flesh,
hanging low like ancient oaks playing Twister,
with limbs unfolded in the leftover light beneath the sleeping feet of clay.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime


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