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A Puddle of Silk
By Virgils Vigil
Stirring; something slight
Inside. A silent summons
Evokes moonlight milk.
A crescent long to love.
But what poison might I drink?
If from your glass I am to sip
A wellspring of life
To drown and forget
Within.
In Cream;
Cream of flesh, cream of spirit,
Cream of night, to you
May I cede lament alone.
Let through life’s devouring light
And putrid milky romance, delight!
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Copyright 2013 Virgils Vigil
Published on Wednesday, January 30, 2013.
Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
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On Wednesday, January 30, 2013, FadedBlues
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...out of your Shakespearean ponderings this poem emerges,rich as the inviting cream. a lover drawn to yet fearful of that lamentable delight...
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