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Better Beds
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Better Beds |
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Minister Joe Member
since 2003-02-22
Posts 78TX, USA 
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You chase specks of cork from your wine with your finger and flick them from nails into the sprinkler’s aura, the halo of water's shine from the sleepy sun and the cottonwood’s latest release. Wine with proper glasses, is an occasion smuggled from your parents house. I touch your upper lip with thumb and rub through your early summer aura, the halo of sweat and wine from your sunburned skin and the Pinot’s amber settling. You douse my hand in hair, while sparrows chase crickets in the wet beds. I get attached to that fistful of you, slicing the slit of your dress with your knee the softest razor ever, presses into me. Fifteen and already sunset scheming with fat liquored lips and sprinkler misted skin. We search the house for better beds to grow in. Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think. [This message has been edited by Minister Joe (05-31-2003 11:36 PM).] |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
Really really fine writing.. thanks for sharing this.  JThere is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good write, I enjoyed |
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