her howling move

then she began to dance
improvising glance of her move
is everlasting happenstance
improves
any romance

outside
in the distance
wolves

I belong to them
flew away from them

and sole
peeping through the hole
bite my lip
to keep from howling
as here she comes now
whirling

 

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tiniak ©2008 DUKOU ZUMIN &ditions TwalesK
inspiré par une photographie de Gaëna Da Sylva
extraite de sa CHAMBRE NOIRE