lady bootleather, sit awhile
on whiteleather couched evenings
in this spring of our summer.
lady downfeather, lay away
by lamplight nested & wet-feathered
in these eyes of our hearts.
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- dylearium
- my name is dylan. these poems have their own names. i used to teach. now i help deal one of the most dangerous drugs on the planet: books. (once a pusher, always a pusher, i guess.) if you'll notice, the comment-sections are rather barren; so if you are at all inclined, don't be shy - feedback is appreciated.
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