Monday, May 18, 2009


Your tongue tastes of cream soda
and strawberries,
soaked in sugar
and dripping with
Kinda like me.


Trée said...

Love the vivid and clear imagery. Love the word dripping. I think I want to be dripping into the cisterns of desire, to rain lightly upon the lake of lust, to drip from moss shingled roof to wooden porch before the rocking chair of satiety, the gentle lullaby of arms holding and legs twined, of hair wet upon the sweated brow.

Athena said...

I think your comments should be their own blog! LOL. Very nice.

Trée said...

I lot can be accomplished with the right inspiration. :-)