"sonnet50"

around the limb of booted black
a duo paired whilst in their pack;
pinned to the wall with chains to own
earth is awaked by bestial moan.
as mind does fly, the limb does free
the world does lie on bended knee
onto its belly it does turn
when air's consumed with its fierce burn.
commanding ashes form and fall
eyes of water seduce their crawl,
cries of abandon pierce the fire
explode the stars midst dark desire.
shy kneel before a mind's control
raw hunger is for his unfold.

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
26jun10
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