Apple
By cloo
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
- 697 reads
Heart-pendant,
sipping light in red exuding plant-warmth,
fit to breathe
you make a desk a slight garden with your blush
you answer the city with tipsiness,
your curves to its straightness
your girls' smile rocks the eye gently
a lullaby of form -
spots dart and edges sigh, melting,
calling the lips of granite to your
smoothness.
- Log in to post comments


