Thursday, July 1, 2004Naked FleshSear the smile, Of skin and bone Sharp shoulders Lean hips, padding Around curves, angled Like Dutch tile Broken beneath, feet Dirty from walking The spaces, the empty Hollow of my throat Filling with the sound Of laughter, anger soiled Like mother’s milk On your tongue, Making dairy Churning... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 8:34 AM Comments (4) (permalink) |
