Sensualist

 

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The sun was sulking by the roadside, its tattered sleeves trailing on the road. I rode through its fingers and I saw a yesterday-moon. So that was why the sun was sulking! Moon was quite violent in her stark holy shroud of fading paduasoy and the sun was competing and flaring, blinding me so that I was in danger.
Beautiful angry ladies take heed of the fir trees.They are blacker than footfall, more seductive than your own creamy flesh.

 

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017

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About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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