a broom
dips and highs-
as lavender flowers
on crumpled stole bloomed;
kissed- the first time;
Amethyst was the colour.
pale greenness
moon beams abundant...
parched dry the tongue
at the roof of mouth;
eyes; that drooped like wilted lotus
his lips down the throat
into the dark eyes
saliva from his mouth froze
almonds like sore nipples
burning womb
a dark secret-silent lover lingering
every night...
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