Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Twine
we could talk about this all night long
but when it all becomes unravelled
in a buttery vanilla rope
and you rhapsodize in bubbles
as my face is flushed
by your success
it is soonest time for viscid sleep
that limpet locked requited rest
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