aPassion

Paint drips from my pricked finger tip
Descending the thin ladders of air.
The pencil strolls horizontally across the dance floor
Swaying as she goes
Always in search of companionship
Loneliness depresses her into a motionless trance.
An inviting embrace into the heart of its heat
Flailing about octopus limbs
The arms of the flame stretch into a peninsula.

– Eric McCarty (12/26/2011)

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