clandestine clementines

Oct 07, 2010 17:55

the grand canyon of your palm was spilling, pouring, gushing love and secrets. a fox and a porcupine. avocado and aubergine. pages torn, burned, forlorn. forgotten. feverish. bewildered but not blind, in a haze of rosy fog. fodder for the corpses of poets. hidden smiles wrapped in woven threads.

i am sick as all get out. be my friend.
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