Apparitions only seen in sepia dreams
Manifest in between the creases of your palm
Neon-headed angels seducing in hues of saffron and creams
The senses linger on a moment too long
Sheparded by the sharp thrill of a heartbeat quickened
Restless and wild they dance in the folds of flesh
Racing themselves to a quick end
A smile graces the landscape and overshadows the rest
Quixotic toxins shot thru a crystal hourglass
Illuminating the angels naked, phosphorescent
Iridescent breasts and eyes a sorceress would possess
Fingers hung by twilight and moon crescents
These specters controlled by your distraction
Otherwise known as the muses of your passion

...whytt*06

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