Magnetic Poetry—Collaboration #1

Beneath the gorgeous purple peach he read (s)
We live like a thousand pound rock (j)
Together we shake the tiny, frantic love apparatus (s)
And take a raw egg smell to bed (j)
But no wax goddess is sleeping in our chocolate dream ship (s)
“Is time so weak?” he asked, as it moaned above a TV summer (j)
Only the wind whispered like a boiling shadow symphony (s)
You lick the smooth garden puppy (j)
Never needing some part of the mad fluffy power (s)


(Image Credit: Magnetic Poetry, surrealmuse Flikr)


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