my love furrows his brow and kisses mine

June 17, 2009
By Grania PLATINUM, Portland, Maine
Grania PLATINUM, Portland, Maine
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my love has two cold sparkles
for eyes and hard, gold tornados
for hair and when he speaks he
speaks like pillars of old
hieroglyphs hiding painful truths about the cerebral cortex and so
forth and when my love sits
his back is straight and his chin
is high and when he hugs his arms
are always at the perfect angle
to my body and they're strong and
stiff and so on and he is serious
as muddy children and my love
furrows his brow and kisses mine
then

blows a raspberry on my stomach


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Zero_K DIAMOND said...
on Jun. 30 2009 at 1:16 am
Zero_K DIAMOND, Moosic, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"Life's no fun if you're not insane, otherwise you grow up to be an accountant." -Moi

This is good. <(0.o)> Kitty approves too, haha.




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