Monday, November 23, 2009

Your back's a meadow

Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
You're left as liquid
But your body's pine

Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back's a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
and hothouse grapes
You breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait.
-Sea Wolf

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