In burgundy blues,
I wallow
--I writhe--
surging through depths,
e'er depening,
wet splendours
debauched!
Yet drying humorials,
'neath midlewing dust,
encrusting,
entreat undefeated
--whilest snuffing out life--
until unto endings,
to undo last sendings,
I surge, writhe, and wallow
in burgeoning broods...
--Mishka Zakharin
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Here I go to all the trouble of writing entire poems, and I could be getting by with three word phrases... sigh~ Oh, Well!
If you haven't already, O nefarious nibbler in the night, checked out my poem 'The Hunger', I think it might appeal to you... -
Licks and nibbles! I love it, that was awesome!
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Ya know... I can't actually say I understand it either--but it felt good (if that makes sense), so I figured I'd get some view-points... glad you enjoyed it!
Licks and nibbles, Mishka -
Whoa, I can not say I understaood, but damn if I didn't love it.
Hugs and bites, Vampy
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