Monday, January 12, 2009

The Line's Break

You are bold-type face
jump.
You twist, turn,
curl in a
sadistic macabre
frolic.

You are
significant,important.
You are
intelligent design, sent
to pen from frontal
lobe.

You are
The Intended;
Married to the page, making
love to line after
sweet line.

Your body bends in schematic
dexterity.
Your heart pounds,
Trying to escape
your rib
cage. Beat
beat beat, creating
rhythm, thumping
furiously.

Your hands reach to
sky, grasping expertly
for a tangible climax.

At the end of your
consummation, you fall
dead, in
aesthetic grace.

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