Friday, April 20, 2012

Poem fourteen

summerbunching

because she red idle mentions thought frankly sense pulls respective margin cold sheer clasps avenue lust freckling articulate ceviche smiles read verlaine ticklish hard breath shiver under beeches reddened palms tingle human lathered tile quiet color sound blind swimmingly compressed french holding brightest how about nightwalking close bunched hair late constellate mornings showerfucked libel teeth bruise thrown nap heat dry neck island frequents morose furniture red shaking paw comfy rushing pull into absent fingers sway untimely whispers unslept yearns wakeless dreamt and dreaming he

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