x-posted.

May 19, 2005 20:38

Licking your lips
while trying to get the taste
of disdain
out of my mouth

the leeward side
of a wind trapped mountian
the calm is breath taking
and yet our cave
our homly cove
is on the other side
breathless we sit
as the vegetation stirs

unfaithful
to the end
steady to only one, sin
at a time

kissing his lips
trying to get the pain
of all the lies
out of my mouth

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user: majestic_lies, type: poetry

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