The sea is a garden
Poetry. Works in progress.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Fingers feeling for fantasy
all these quiet years
the back pain reminds him
she thinks it funny and knows it's real
fingers feeling for fantasies
obscene she whispers
reeling from his lips and hers
crashing Saturday afternoons
ridiculous
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