nightflower

Blue fox of Positano funny poetic weirdo her animal creatures yapping at the curvature of her irrepressible gypsy soul. Black stockinged Dakini spirit wild before language born reclining naked her long lioness mane. Monastic beauty of the Canyon. Oh painted lady peasant drinking raki between your stuffed animals dancing wildcat in the city lonesome night winds-

On an evening stroll to home
A fox darted across my path
Its eyes said follow me
I know a place we can be naughty then in a flash

It was gone
And I thought of you-
I saw you once
Walking down Collins Street beautiful witch of canvases gone in your eye

No judgment stone.

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