tagNon-Erotic PoetryWheelers are deals

Wheelers are deals


Sleepy gnarls
she roused His stupor
whence came she
and how

Souls are
find themselves

eons passed
they roamed the expanse
seeming again and again.
Ever did He stay,

Those crashing breakers
and deep drifts
centred plundered
Her eyes open .
His sunken

The clouds wheeled and
scudded in lazy trails
as embers coursed over
pristine flesh
Alabaster she was
dusky His own
Together a nice happnestance
blue devilled and yolks
...He ate ...
again and again.
she Fed him

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