Your heightened hunger.
We roam the velvet ocean,
Taste the depth filter through our teeth.
Our tongues are salty with fish tears.
Touch softly, leaving a
Burning sensation on their arm.
The rhythm is impatient.
Your hands are an enchantment.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
April 25th, 2oo9
Poem by bamboo boy at 12:34 AM
Labels: photography, poem, relationships, sunlight
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