A.E. Bayne
Paper thin skin reeds the bend
of your waist
line licking the bareness of thought apart parts.
My echoless night-heart blooms cherry
blossoms budding conspicuous drops of honey
from vicious suckling flower stamens.
Plop and a
drop spills life from the opening of my eyes.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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