02-14-2014, 12:46 PM
After my skin ran dark,
I'd sleuth invisible at sunset
to the roof of a derelict warehouse.
The silhouette of my finger against the moon,
and the mute fathoms between stars,
were black tones nucleating sparklers.
Eating chocolate in heat under a palm tree,
I tried beguiling lost ants into a watery pit.
We were charcoal specs
on an infinite, sandy grid.
Her Ivory Coast soles shuffled silently,
then tackled my unsuspecting, zouglou jiving feet.
We became black mambas, coiled like DNA.
My sexy new plasma wears my skin's new color
as do pepper flakes dashed in my Spanish roast coffee.
This twilight only radiates a darker shade of blue,
but two blocks over hustles one ebony Cadillac.
I don't think this paint helped me very much. Ah well,
empathy...
*I've finaly edited S4; I've also reworded the bit in S1 on nucleation, as suggested below (I think my usage is right this time, but I'm not 100%...). Here's the original:
http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/showthread.php?tid=12845
I'd sleuth invisible at sunset
to the roof of a derelict warehouse.
The silhouette of my finger against the moon,
and the mute fathoms between stars,
were black tones nucleating sparklers.
Eating chocolate in heat under a palm tree,
I tried beguiling lost ants into a watery pit.
We were charcoal specs
on an infinite, sandy grid.
Her Ivory Coast soles shuffled silently,
then tackled my unsuspecting, zouglou jiving feet.
We became black mambas, coiled like DNA.
My sexy new plasma wears my skin's new color
as do pepper flakes dashed in my Spanish roast coffee.
This twilight only radiates a darker shade of blue,
but two blocks over hustles one ebony Cadillac.
I don't think this paint helped me very much. Ah well,
empathy...
*I've finaly edited S4; I've also reworded the bit in S1 on nucleation, as suggested below (I think my usage is right this time, but I'm not 100%...). Here's the original:
http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/showthread.php?tid=12845