Penelope exploded in my mind
I exploded in her hand, holding it
As if it was a prize to be confined
No matter the ancient poetic skit
Being scripted for us by the Cosmos
Where even small events are recorded
For the sake of immortality's moss
Only visible when time's afforded
More space in any scheme still depicting
Love chasing love for more love, day and night
Including each afternoon, predicting
Passion and lust through the rest 0f her light
Penelope slides down my spinal cord
Never letting go of my gentle sword
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Dedicated to Penelope Israel.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Comments (2)
Great 🔥!
This was indeed very intense. Loved it. Just the right side of sensual to not be utter filth! Well done. Subscribed to you, sir!