Wednesday, August 6, 2014

EMILY BRONTE'S EROS

Dream on a daily
vacated nightmare
covering Wurthering Hills
over splintered tiptoes
as lusting replies
from nature's conversation
in a grey corrosive
livelihood hurting Cathy
yet every wall
has a secretive mouth
of panting groans
in a convex light's mirror
when sex lies in despair.




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