Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

May 18, 2004

Multi-Horizons

ii.

aspen trunks glow cold,

grown thin as the ribs

of she who would lie

in this hyperthereuphoric

winter's afternoon

light sheer as a summer's slip,

a closed eyelid,

a frostbitten lip.


Posted by delire at May 18, 2004 12:46 AM
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