worlds of part

worlds apart

luscious swirls of girl
who’s seashells shook
my rigid world

her glory’s sparks shower
high, in backcloth of
venus’ bliss-kissed
sky

waving passion’s ribbons,
tying silvery bows on
tiny gifts,

for nothing
me.

longing leaves of rift
drifting gay to fancied
heavens

soft as it slips
swift

tipped from swollen lip
of stiffest
rock

doomed to savage slurp
of hyaline seas

please, forgive
me

©Anthony Gorman 2018

images: pixabay

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