nymph
I am a river sailing turning you into nymph with
passionate tectonic balconies
radiance of
anguished lover
by gulls in the sand
unveil the path as the seer
body of light curves your gentle lines,
white hands sin the lust of black fields
the youth of sculpture and the ecstasy
reveals all of winepresses and grapes of love
like the memory of
dreams of flesh in the harvests of shadows
I blame you you blame me
with the black instincts all given inside the white linen
The nymph by Nick Lisgaris, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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