CYNTHIA
My conscience rings
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Hiccups-
scented desire
sweat in its vapors
against his lips his teeth his tongue
smell of his deodorant real.;
the pale pink insides
stings; soothes-
between the desert sand
the color
of your Denied child!
among green fields
like pinpricks
DNA of loss!
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