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I Am Santo

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Scattered angels litter ghost feathers, onionskin intention and the balance of hope. Searching for the craze of flesh, the drunken whirl of freedom, late nights and bold decisions seduce from shadows borne of daydreams. The quake of release teases each moment, shedding loyalties, gowns of silk mourning craven attraction, gathered in a pool of failed reluctance. Legs swathed in diaphanous longing, hands trace bare skin raised to goose flesh by desire, lips filling with need, the growing rush of urgent yearning flooding unknown hallways to bedrooms, offices, closets; the secret darkness where devils embrace their nature. Rise only and never know the beauty of the fall; the delicious torture of failure.
########################## Photos by @life_lyrically, edit and words by me. This collaboration was the product of a Workd Series wager. If her St. Louis Cardinals won, I owed her a glorious margarita recipe. If my Red Sox won, she would send me photos to edit and write to. Well, here’s to the Red Sox winning. And thank you, Maggie, for sending such inspiring imagery for my words! #poem #poetry #literary_imagery1 #collaboration #literary_original #portrait #photoart #editonphone (at In Her Room)

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