wild in our ways
good luck fingering oblivion.
Monday, April 25, 2016
heavy eyes hold position.
the minuet of my heart
i tangle myself in sheets of petals from your garden
our hands and legs entwined in heavy knots of chamomile
sighing in my ear
whisper in my mouth
moan between my legs
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