T. Byron K. (studioappal) wrote,
T. Byron K.

Notebook Poems

The edged curves through the sacred sheet
Read like backward brail, these only serve to
illustrate the soft convention of emotion
Somehow a need to signal
To wave an strange flag with the number two
Embriodered in scarlet red across it's white face
No, not now, not ever
The love for this odd union like the alchemists "retort"
An erotic movement of purple illusion
And something takes me again to that grey hallway
And that door's pearl handle, Oh
I want to caress this instant

Winter 1990
Tags: notebook poems
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