In the beginning
there were three
kisses given to waken
the marmalade dreams
of a lip's whispering
touch
Six days to feel
through the magic
and one day too
resting to rejuvenate
this endless well
And when it is time
to leave this garden
cast me out to follow
that lip's tender-ness
5 comments:
Oh, I'll cast you out alright! Follow it dog, follow it!
Evokes images of Eden.
Beautiful
evokes images of making out, too.
wofboy, you're such a horndog.
I think we started thinking about publishing about 5 years ago. Seriously.
Getting in done, well that's a whole other ball game.
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