With angel ticklishness and snowflake webbing
inkwell ophidians explore papyrus.
They curve highpoints, conquer fends while dabbing
against goose skin. Call Eros... for desirous
become uncounted grains of time and maybes,
four pupils hunt for darkness in the iris.
Tonight we aren’t common senses` babies.
Oh poor taboos, they caught a randy virus.
How strong and catchable is this explosion
when blazing hearts white knuckle pounding forces?
In formulas of love a touch is varied
accordingly to strokes and mum emotions.
Results shed sounds; wait for rhyme-winged horses
within this bare-to-scream barrage to carry...
February 22, 2011
Sonnet ххiii
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2011
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