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untitled still
Contributed by
Mouth
on
Tuesday, 21st September 2004 @ 12:12:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I come home to him at night
Filled with the ache of desire
Soft like over ripe fruit
Waiting to be extinguished by his lips
Spread out in our bed
Limp flower; fragrant skin
Among the weeds that tarnish
My lush green valley
Eclipsed in the auburn autumnal light
Every hair stands on end
As my attention diverts
To our shadows reflected on the wall
Drawing this paradise on skin canvas
Gold leafed paint
And utter words incoherent
Drunken love
Headache hang over
The bottle is empty by my bedside
As you sleep soundly in the next room
Copyright ©
Mouth
... [
2004-09-21 00:12:14] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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