Magdalene. (Christmas time reading, fits :o) Between us - ten Testaments, ten fires heat native blood - repels. Youre, to me - alien blood. In times of gospels Id be - one of those... (alien blood - the most wanted type, the most alien, of all!) Id lean to you, with all the ailments, would have been attracted to you A light-hair type! wow :o Hiding behind my tangled web of dark curls, Id pour oils under your feet. Onto your feet, and under them, and simply so - in sands... My passions, sold out to merchants and traders, spit over, by them - free stream! Stream and pour, by foams at the mouth, in wool noil, in scum ... into my hair I roll up your feet, as in fur. I stream and stretch myself, like some cloth, under your feet (Is it him? Because - I am - she!) The one, who said, to the animal with fiery curls Sister, arise.
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 00:53:51 +0000