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“Looking back”
It is a false light that prods
by night
by faults and glare
that calls my name
like dreamers do
on starlit stairs.
In thinning air,
my arms my eyes my skin my hair
meet its wooing stare
there
in the sands of Sodom.
WordSmith Studio Photo Prompt:
“The question is not what you look at, but what you see.” ~Henry David Thoreau
I really love this. Absolutely wonderful rythme that could make person spin until dizzy.
Thanks, PB Bloomer!
My mother always called undies ‘bloomers’ so I giggle a bit every time I hear it.
Wow, I really love this! It’s got a mysterious, but almost romantic feeling.
Beautiful, I love the repetition of “my arms my eyes my skin my hair.”