The last time I saw her,
she melted in palms.
The fervor of fingers,
inferno for alms,
emblazoned intentions
with blazed alibi.
A snowflake redemption
for Eve’s apple pie
was swallowed with driblets
and traveled to heart
to form crystal syblets,
the verse to depart…
And now you can see her
through lines free to rove,
the fervor of fingers
with nothing to love.
December 27, 2011
the fervor of fingers
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2011
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