Jun 10, 2011 17:56
Low and slow
Marinated piece by piece
In my blood
Tenderly
The prime cut that is you
I cook myself a meal
It cools
It simmers
It boils
It rages
Come
I'm hungry tonight
And
The crystal that I crush
Underneath my heels
Is to celebrate you
As you've never been eaten before.
-(c) Shalu
him,
poem
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How have you been? Lovely to see you on these pages again after a very long time!
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