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a spice into you
Folder:
cast dizzy from
too much fresh
ginger in my
noodles and chicken
with all the miles of horizon
we have beauty that dances
on our lips
where are you when i am eating
and want to flavor up your chops
like the witch's dunking booth
at the renaissance festival
when the sun fumbles down
like a hotel take down
on the stone balcony
top of the eight
we are running out of outs
and looking inning ending
double play
looking for an in
on the end of a skyline
where the sun slips into something
more comfortable like
the sensual curve of the earth
plunging into the hips and pleasure
of an evening painting
of smudged chromatics
the warmth of a pink coral sky
that tosses heat like jittery ions
This is indescribably brilliant!
Starward