declarations spill
from wine-stained lips
wanting kissed
two owl confessors
silently observe
sub rosa hunger
mea culpas, knifing
like comets through
a treacle sky
burning bright
and dying.
18 September 2011
Confessions
declarations spill
from wine-stained lips
wanting kissed
two owl confessors
silently observe
sub rosa hunger
mea culpas, knifing
like comets through
a treacle sky
burning bright
and dying.
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i liked this the first time i read it, and enjoyed it even more after a second reading!
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming back not only once, but twice to read! Very much appreciated :)
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