Poetry – Perplexing Poetry

Choose her…

Run a finger along her spine,

Like the delicate deckle edges of a book,

Reading the idle conceits of her mind,

He’s hanging on every line and hook,

Lingering on her every word,

Striping back the ambiguous meanings,

In spite of frayed hinges and gnawed curves,

He feels every feeling,

All the while her mood he observes…

 

MysticalMotherFucker

Photo Credit: Pinterest – Blackout Poetry

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