Wednesday, July 19, 2017


Sacred time stands

Still, hearts flip flop

To intricate soul-strings

Pulls by cupid’s thumb

A rush

Of hot dolorous desire

A rain of

Golden bliss

Falling as roses

On prurient paths


الحرمين الحرمين said...

شركة كشف تسربات المياه بالقطيف

probablyafaggot said...

holy shit could you not skim random words out of a thesaurus and write a real poem. I've seen 5 year olds write more interesting shit in sharpies on a wall.

Evi Erlinda said...

nice poem