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Xenophilia.


Submitted:May 1, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


xenophilia

Love is to Me-Brotherly

all forms righteous flowing

like poetry.

A Muse used knowingly inspires

me tirelessly.

Cupids forays ; all lands and through space

passionless Abandonment

May Grass Grow forth knowingly-

North in the Spring.

Jordan Sands graced me

as Soldiers Boots Laced with

Petra the Backdrop, where Feet Faced the Distance.

Three Countries Graced Me

one country raised me

Manhattan the City where prometheus was bound.

Lo Mein for the Stomach

and a Bath beneath Stars

A Fire for Warmth a Saga at large.

Notions glow only known well and shown to me

Language inspires Sotto Voce or Aloud...

Chinatown Soulfood at an East River Boundary

Krishna and Vishnu a Pillow rests Soundly.

Xenophilic acrobatic Spasmatic Pagentry ..Legendary

Prose to Unleash the Hounds.





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