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Pastel Pink Fluorescence
By lupus tenebrae
The way fluorescence,
pools in the
bowl of your eyes,
is bliss, delivered ceramic.
Must
be hypnotism,
twice the witching hour,
and potent oleander
brew.
Pastel, pink as the flesh,
when tender newborns,
and your name, of the East,
shall be bottled, and coveted.
You won’t be as nubile,
not in the wake of stranger lips
that kiss upon your borders.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Author's Note:
Something written a long while back, with an inspiration that you wouldn't expect.Comments on "Pastel Pink Fluorescence"
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On Thursday, October 18, 2012, TheProphetUntold
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wrote:
I really liked the 2nd and 4th stanzas, the meaning of the third escapes me. Either way, I like poems with an air of mystery. Good piece from a long while back. Glad you dug it up. +tpu+
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On Tuesday, October 16, 2012, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Guessing this is an ode to a fine Moscato wine, cheers!
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A former member wrote:
its was truly a great tribute :) i mean whats with those bright eyed girls who drive guys mad and inspire them to write odes and page after page of poetry,i guess i will never understand unless i met one lol thanks for sharing :)
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