Waiting Room
Saturday, 19 February 2011
It Lies
Shape shifting skin
And his mouth is made of clouds
Watch,
See the light dancing
Upon the fields of her flesh
Dances of all
Dances of nothing
Salute the sun
It lies between her thighs
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