you taste like home
like after sunday dinner's dessert
sitting under grandmother's glass cake dome
teasing me with anticipation
the sweetness of lemon cake crumbles
melting on my tongue benediction
beautiful brown
make love to my hands
with skin softened by wisdom and time
in chocolate divinity
allow me to drown
...work in progress...aren't we all
Thursday, May 29, 2008
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2 comments:
Go head poet!
uh huh...finish that joint!!
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