Bora born
Legs 11 _
Night colours bled in random form
a cityscape of movement torn
by shadowed light on summer legs
attached to bodies, bless their heads.
In stops then starts they move around
not one of them has left the ground.
Content they seem as if to say
just follow me I know the way.
Some camouflaged in pants or skirts
others definitely like to flirt
with armpits where they seem to end
while others sense out mutual friends.
Tonight it seems quite safe to say
none have appeared in shades of grey.
Tanned as honey resets the theme
Perrota's mystic twilight scene.
- O -
© dec 2011 _ Ian James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
a cityscape of movement torn
by shadowed light on summer legs
attached to bodies, bless their heads.
In stops then starts they move around
not one of them has left the ground.
Content they seem as if to say
just follow me I know the way.
Some camouflaged in pants or skirts
others definitely like to flirt
with armpits where they seem to end
while others sense out mutual friends.
Tonight it seems quite safe to say
none have appeared in shades of grey.
Tanned as honey resets the theme
Perrota's mystic twilight scene.
- O -
© dec 2011 _ Ian James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
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Legs 11 _
Legs 11 _
