Momento Mori

“Chin

down

slightly,

head towards finger, keep going, keep going, there – stop.

Eyes to me.” 

 

Sequestered devotion to bemused muse.

She stares back digressive, dictated expression.

Seeing now not the man, but the Brady stand.

 

© Katypoetess  2015

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Nigel Astell

Mon 11th May 2015 16:57

Leather bound poetic spell
You cast yet again
Slave to his mistress
Craves for much more.

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