Poem | Into the Night Womb

[alvinkie]

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You wind around the hillside
Sip every drop of nectar, which trembles on the twilight lips
: fills up to the sensory end
the rhythmic chills
You are drooping in a circular slit
: creeping into the night womb

@alvinkie

Comments

[memesteemit]

Great poem, and I dig the photo that goes with it. Well done.

[alvinkie]

Big thanks my friend :)

[memesteemit]

Any time, cheers, keep it up!

[lidiasteem]

that cool... :)

[alvinkie]

Thanks a lot @“”lidiasteem :)

[lidiasteem]

yes, i like your poetry :)