All our warm and complicated flesh,
meager, eager, fevered for rest,
the sweetness, then nakedness burnished,
idly worshiped, and now
the mornings, steeped with stinging dew, but
it is through,
Writeography by Steven Baird
All our warm and complicated flesh,
meager, eager, fevered for rest,
the sweetness, then nakedness burnished,
idly worshiped, and now
the mornings, steeped with stinging dew, but
it is through,
Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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I agree, really well done and great marriage of verse and image.
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Thanks! 🙂
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Ooo, la la. Fantastic. Sultry. x
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Thanks so much. 🙂
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Excellent work.
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Thank you.
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