"Turning"
breathing breath
inhales
with smouldering
eyes
which slide around
restless thundered skies
and swaggering
room demons;
slick
red language
desires the
swallow.
Shade my underwater blue,
whilst
music touches flesh kisses
and light
becomes my playing card:
straight
on the tables,
turning a fast line.
`T. Imaan Trechicovmanicova
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