poetry

Ghost Boy (Galatea)

And his borealis eyes

Noble and Aquiline

And roses spilling

From his mouth


The aching fragrance

Floods Babel

And drifts on

Every misty breath


Touches and grazes and

Traces that treadle

Pulse upon beat unto heart


The impact upon contact with

Dream coated lamina

A rip-roaring

Punch-drunk

Plunge


Into a seething tide

Of screaming hearts

Insisting

On beating

For one another

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