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HERO

poetry by Genevieve Callaghan

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Golden God

my golden god
stretches long

feline lines
that rest upon

a rounded mouth
a raven head

an amber eye
a tousled bed

(and he rises
rolling the morning

on his tongue
like a lion

lifting the sun
to the sky

my golden god
heavy

with the love
in his eye)
Posted by Hero at 11:53 PM

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Vladimir Komarov said...

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November 11, 2011 at 2:56 AM

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