November 12, 2011
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Wet fruits drench the riverbed

the nectar of this flower

delivers you from the evils of

Parched endeavors.

Yet even still, resurfacing from the billowy pillows

of womanhood

Clever and rarely sane

you will,

with mouth like cotton

Cradle me in the damp complacent

blankets of loose desires,

Never sure,

Like the phases of our moon,

carrying with jagged arms

waves of destruction

Waxing only to wane.

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