Saturday, August 29, 2015

THY FOLD



Tranced
Heart upswells,
unto her feet

Prest my beat;
a single loan
of my heart

Thy beauty
doth inform
stillness of love

Amid bandwagon rites
I rolled the dust
with the longest glee

With braided breath
I roped thee
into 'me'

O, those of trance!
Cleave not thy bond
Tuck me into thy fold

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