the tainted flavor
of your mouth
like a temporary
sun,
like an imaginary
flight to the
undying laughter
of lilies
bring me to the
surface of your
honey-colored skin.
consumed | poem fourteen
posted by
imani
, Tuesday, October 20, 2009 at 9:41 PM, in
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