Friday, 6 June 2014

The Breath of Heaven

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His mouth on her lips
Breath a promise
Tongue a river
Forefinger circles a circled O
Puckered and closed
Perineum to paradise.
A slim silver trail
Opens pale pink petals
Weeping now. 
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Russell Cuts the Corn From The Brewers Whiskers.

1 comment:

Vanessa V Kilmer said...

A very intensive moment.