Animated I draw conclusive
three dimensional angles,
yet the lines always bend in the middle,
wavering like a hovercraft on upturned tides.
Quivering wrecks sunk ship,
I want to be floating,
aimlessly
drunk.
Spinning the deck,
wheels anchor the oars
dizzy heights reach orgasmic,
oiling the engine...
and I drown.....




And don't we all? Great expression here and much stated with few words. Clever.



thanks hun



Awesome work. Thanks so much for sharing this one, Julie! Hugs and best wishes in the contest! 


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