an eclipse poem:
i lather her
gorgeously purple drunk
in the sweet
frantic goddess garden
we chanted
pink moonlight language;
a symphony of
foresting need.
--e
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an eclipse poem:
i lather her
gorgeously purple drunk
in the sweet
frantic goddess garden
we chanted
pink moonlight language;
a symphony of
foresting need.
--e
She struck me differently - beat me up, Luna did.
Felled to the flu, she spun me 'round
for pursuing her syzygistic dance;
for perusing her sidelong glance.
launched the new BBC website today. I might be in Seattle in March!
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