diurnālis
September 8, 2011
stung
i'm a pungent
flesh-rose flowering
between lips that dreamed
itself nectared by
you, awkward, bumbling,
that forgot it is, too,
a brain strung to a
foot that could
so easily crush
hairy little balls
like bees.
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