Her breath could start a revolution
Her Chez Guevara eyes
And the size of her sighs
Mobilize voluptuous armies
Causing chaos
In the battles of my imaginings,
Marching to the drum of desire
And lighting bonfires
Burning my best intentions to the ground.

Her breath could start a revolution
But it's her hipsthat revolve around venus
In wild orbit
Sending galaxies spinning,
Launching rockets and Catherine wheels.

Her breath DID start a revolution
When it carried her words
Murmered breathless
Conscripting my curiosity
With exquisite verbosity.

Seduced
Reduced
And me, holding a white flag.

@ Verity Maud

day 2 | 16 August 2011