Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Kates Playground Golfing




shudders at the height of the back, my body
stimuli, embassies
in the sweetest of my tongue. You pick
,
agreements from corner to corner, whispered rants

time enraged by kissing sounds. If you break

will repair your cracks
and each line of your surface and cherish every scar

arisen because you have the power to make me feel

president in your luggage, the condition
unleashed
the standard and response. A true upset

you want to lie scathing.

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