PERMEATION
Pen to paper
Lips of burgeoning lovers connect with lightness of milk thistle
Nib of silver does a figure eight
Coral fingernails glide against chiseled jaw
Wisp of wind rattles loose leaf on desk
Palm with hint of pressure tempts backbone
Limbs listlessly resemble branches reclaiming memory
Twist of twig, root widens
Small sounds trek from her lips
Metered motion of his shifting hips
Paragraph pulsates
Sheet of white envelops instrument
Exertion of awakening transformed like spring peppering last flakes of snowfall
What was before is just was
What is now is just is
As for next, that shall be what comes when we do
Ensuing essence exclaims in our chapter’s outpouring
A.H. Scott
2/12/15
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