Fallen fancy

Fantasy,

I was all for you,

ready,

breaking,

falling apart,

wet,

dripping

heart hazards,

melting

sweet and soft

for the million ways to be taken.

But, you fell short

far behind my magnificent haze,

utter, real;

like an moan drunk down

to ricochet off the throat

and slumped thump in the gut-

wasted.

   

1888, Le Nu au salon: Silvestre, Armand. Société nationale des beaux-arts, Salon Société des artistes français (France).

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