The Electric Egg Cream

An evil divine
in the allure of her eyes,
lustful and pure A fire burns
in the caress of her arms,
timid and sure Stray dreams in the heart
in the passion of her kiss:
mirage that was her.

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Posted by MJT, filed under Personal Stuff. Date: January 18, 2008, 1:10 am |

2 Responses

1. andave_ya Says:
   January 17th, 2008 at 8:58 pm

   Poetry, Michael? Cool! I loved the rhyme of lustful and pure/timid and sure, and “evil divine in the allure of her eyes” was very engaging! Cheers!

2. Suzann Says:
   January 18th, 2008 at 4:50 am

   I’m with andave_ya. Love the subtle use of rhyme, and love the way you’ve woven “opposites” together to create a new way of seeing the whole. It really works.

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