I always wanted
to be the wilted flower
in the corner-
lashes petting two demure doves
folded over slender thighs.
But, I am the bull
and you are the china-
my loud braying
and pointed sharpness
shattering etiquette.
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 1:22 PM UTC
I always wanted
to be the wilted flower
in the corner-
lashes petting two demure doves
folded over slender thighs.
But, I am the bull
and you are the china-
my loud braying
and pointed sharpness
shattering etiquette.
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