Saturday, March 19, 2011

Curls and the Green Tongue..


Do me love when you want to

Though I won’t complain

Those loud green faces and their bad breaths

Hold me firm till I snap out..

Out on the land of one social prayer.


From a distance I see them whine,

They ask for sacrifice

They loath the naked, they loath the truth

But then how do I?

I stay easy, while they die..


I hear my curls while they negotiate

With beauty, loss and dusks of fate

While she wonders what they wait for

While she wonders what they hate for.









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