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Contributed by
Mouth
on
Tuesday, 21st September 2004 @ 12:12:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I come home to him at night Filled with the ache of desire Soft like over ripe fruit Waiting to be extinguished by his lips Spread out in our bed Limp flower; fragrant skin Among the weeds that tarnish My lush green valley Eclipsed in the auburn autumnal light Every hair stands on end As my attention diverts To our shadows reflected on the wall Drawing this paradise on skin canvas Gold leafed paint And utter words incoherent Drunken love Headache hang over The bottle is empty by my bedside As you sleep soundly in the next room
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Mouth
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2004-09-21 00:12:14] (Date/Time posted on
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