the day promises
coiled springs, swishing slips
my head buzzes, my hands flutter quiver stutter
my tongue lies heavy and potent
my stomach anticipates
still i feel, oh sibilant syllables,
sexy
humm purr hiss
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in verse, reverse, converse
4 comments:
you have something here. keep goin'..
ciao.
damn.
this is one of the few extremely rare moments that poetry written by someone who is still alive makes sense.
i like.lots.
:)
too many :D
He he, rrrrruffing it out, are ya?
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