Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

daydream March 24, 2016

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 15:33

 

 

Echoes

lingering
residual
textural

not memory…
there
it is,
tongue on your tongue,
and lips,
and skin.

that soft spark
of sunshine
that slipped
so satisfyingly.

stuck
in this
never-ending bliss:
decadent
depraved
heightened
pleasures revealed.

truth
or
fantasy
cleave onto hope.
a temporal
orgy
manifests.

now,
back to work.

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