June 18, 2014

where the night is deep
I have a place for you
after I am sapped of strength
you are devout to the color

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walking over the flower
my mouth reddish at the gate
full and wonderfully articulate
biting for its own pleasure

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I wasted much time in water
roaring rather than stillness
she smacked the surface
in a moment of boldness

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