Friday, 29 January 2016

La Petite Mort - Poem by Mark Osmer

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

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