Camelot

Camelot

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

On Gossamer Wings



A seed has been planted
Nimbly growing over time
Stretching limbs
Through the corners of my mind
Fear has gripped my soul
Not with grasping tearing claws
But with softly padded paws
Gently stroking and tickling
Seducing my reasoning

A mental shake
Temporarily frees me
Then a caress
Of doubt snakes
Its way
Up my spine
Binding my breasts
With invisible vines

I close my eyes
Taking deep cleansing breaths
Clearing my mind of all
Whispers of insidious lies
Surrendering to the darkness
Here I will float
On golden gossamer wings
My only light
Until those silky creepers
Of doubt
Has fallen to wither


*Allene Angelica*
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