You can read me in an instant
your eyes like those of a soothsayer
my soul laid out and my heart
bleeding all over my bare feet
I'll play your game, wait on your name,
and resist you all the same
Welcome back to earth,
my little clairvoyant, till when
can I turn away your prying intents
and your careful, softest
touches?
"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured, With your brightness, And the words you whispered to me, Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain. Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
Wednesday, September 21, 2022
Silver Tongued Devil
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