• For T pt 2.

    by  • June 20, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    wrinkle me deep, o loved one,

    you hold my pandora under a full bed of hair,
    lashes full of wink,
    possibly all wink,
    my feet muddle in your paved walkway.

    you make me want to curse out & yet grab your hand–
    where are you when i need you?
    pressure shoots from the wound,
    a hole worming it’s way to a whole,

    give it back!


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