petek, februar 10, 2006

essential

the way his brows shrink ... like slimy, muddy worms ... the colour of his eyes ... darker than his tar lungs ... inviting ... as a river going ferocious ... tempest ... Saharian sand in the air ... his eyes ... stuffy ardour ... oozy puddle ... can't see his own reflection in it ... just my primrose trembling ... crude rainshower ... slippery surface ... gliding into moisture ... dyke ... sultry eyes ... futile ... perpetual ...

and my tumid throat ... always needy ... fishing for water ... air ... crispness ...


qualm

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