sans peyote tea
living in the white space
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
blush
Lo the way lo and I did sing the smiles a blushingly;
face rendered deeply sweet in demurred
glances under lashes lowered lazily while
soft kisses of lips’ liquored, the lingering scent of smoke
and salt, I did breath quietly labouredly.
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