November 17, 2011
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had said
a salty venom bubbling
on his
hissing tongue.
my eyes
beneath the weight of shame
or maybe
to dodge muffled eruptions
of the cackling crowd.
cheeks crackling
like twigs
the air
thick, heavy
dense with passion
his rosy lips
to a victorious grin

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yeamehey said...
Dec. 19, 2011 at 4:05 pm
lovelovelovelove! LOVE THIS.<33
Morning said...
Nov. 28, 2011 at 6:55 pm
This made me gasp. Great writing. This is a powerful poem!
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