Thursday, January 9, 2014
Per
eager, quick fingers.
we ran off to the woodshed-
to hunt for our needs.
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four shy, bovine eyes
chart out a course of action
we breathe deep. Move close.
//
mouths sweet and clumsy.
dropped like the stone of a fruit,
tongues root and blossom.
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