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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Monday, August 4, 2008

Elegance


The beauty of spoken words
Flows throughout my being
As a young lamb nuzzles
Her mother's breasts
Dewy tongues
Peripatetic
In unknown terrain
Sweet juices
Exploits the touch
To glide every inch
Flesh upon flesh
Perturbing delicate
Memoirs
Atlas
The beauty of spoken words
Surrender
Saturated
Sprawled once again
Meshing into earth
Whiteness surreal
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