Eternal Spire

Suspect it rise
in skies an eye
that falls down
was once in sky.

Breathing relief
is an inner peace.
I don’t want be
so far out to sea.

Clever fairy tale
upon you a lapel
strangles tounge
in a clever hell.

Tear away cloth
that dresses skin
so a perspiration
can kick a limb.

You’re usual after
a scent takes you
to a flower path
covered by dew.

Come you over a
madam of forest
to provide in me
sweat from pores.

We go dancing a
fancy side slip lip
to taste if you are
fully equipped.

Art of my lord it
calls far calls fire
into streams of it,
an eternal spire.

©jwinchester


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