He taught me
to find love in the fruit of the sea.
In the flesh of mussels,
spread open,
before ******* them down.
He taught me
to find love on a fruit tree.
Specifically,
in a split open fresh fig.
Sweat
mingling,
with sweet juices.
He's the oldest feather,
but my father's father,
Could find love
in the tears of his eldest son.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 11:23 AM UTC
He taught me
to find love in the fruit of the sea.
In the flesh of mussels,
spread open,
before ******* them down.
He taught me
to find love on a fruit tree.
Specifically,
in a split open fresh fig.
Sweat
mingling,
with sweet juices.
He's the oldest feather,
but my father's father,
Could find love
in the tears of his eldest son.
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