Without a slight twitch of expectation
Syncopated thoughts twinkled , humilified
in a black casket of blue glass
Her class sat higher and felt,
like French blades gliding on a hide of historic coarseness
Flaw-less,
affection was tattooed on the epidermis of my inner being.
Inside out I shouted in traveling cells
Pinging through veins of her brains varicose
time and space
Lunar powder arose
Dancing to a tribal step.
Sins music on a Moon trail.
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