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Miss I Believe Bliss Is Your Sign
by Philip F De Pinto
Not Aries:
What does this ladder leaning like tower
And meaning to entice elopement
Have to do with
Our great escape?
Nil save we were dancing between rungs
Of incoming waves and nightmare catcher on the wall
Is not so caught up not to notice your shape obliquely
Scooting up my drab shirt in which it and I hole up for the night
And aye there was room sufficient for the hare entranced in Magus like sleep
To nestle twixt to keep us apart or is he the glue that binds?
Then trips the day and off you ebb into more oblique reverie
To resume your crab shape yet are prudent enough to leave a pincer behind
If only to have it fetch me sleep nimble enough our foibles to anoint
And dance round the nexus of our shoulder blades
As watch the proxy of you fade with the hare holed up in my drab shirt
Until such time as tides relent their ebb and flow
And I find the real flesh and blood and blissful urchin in my sea bed
Twixt driftwood and shells and weed and seraphs o'erhead harping approval
Chorus:
Until such time as tides
Relent their flow and ebb
And Seraphs approve o'erhead
I am moved to abide by your
Absence
A moribund sentence
Or near life experience
Makes the pump grow blonder
Than a sun and as blinding
To flirt with longer than memory serves
Like a chain you drag down some lonesome placard
The length to which you are indentured
And not a weak link in its makeup
From which to wiggle and make your greater escape
Extricate your shape from this steely python
Too eager to swallow a dream whole
08/22/2013 Posted on 08/22/2013
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