La Petite Mort
Naked in my truth,
Expressed love, delivered to calling lips.
Spiral art`s descending mist, purple
cloaks the wet flesh.
Passive pleasure exudes euphorias concluding gasp.
copyright Mark Osmer 2016
feedback and comments welcomed
There comes a point within the chaos, when stillness descends. In these precious moments, you can rest in the quietness, be still, breathe, refresh and mindfully bathe in the awareness of the tranquillity, as it surrounds you and your arena. Listen and hear the whispers of your soul. I did and I wrote them down. You are invited to follow my creative writing journey - Mark Osmer, Poet and Author of The Stillness Within The Storm
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