for the girl
of blue equations
and tender faces
for her pink thigh
and the process
of her thinking
i am hiking
up volcanos.
carry her lips
on me
lest they
suddenly smile.
of blue equations
and tender faces
for her pink thigh
and the process
of her thinking
i am hiking
up volcanos.
carry her lips
on me
lest they
suddenly smile.
1 comment:
i do enjoy much your lovely painful poetry :)
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