Perfumed kiss and velvet poison,

caramel can be a concrete candy,

I blush, almost broken,

a prisoner to this ocean

of long grass and liquid sky,

this smoky glass, darkly dazzling.


A wild flower is not a sister of peace,

fire is not a dance easy to put out.


All words by Damien B. Donnelly, with the aid of Magnetic Poetry

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