torn labels

eating heart amid burning grass.

                                  vanilla scente
                                  er orchid grunt.huh

relationship – tiny veins are ballerina wires.france

manicure   draws bad blood     from my 

                      fingers, 

                      deepr than an ultrasound now.found

                                  eden,
                                  a tiny floating seed;

       and out came tumbling
       an apple.

not too heavenly, and not too loud             

                                                paper-thin  ear drummers go   liste-lay  lemon ee so.

9

a small wet sauvignon dream
                                                          of petals.nervous on an abandond thigh. 

fall should be finer, sylvi, I promise
cream bombs of stimu                         then, my tiny veins,      dancer  wires,

heart drapes for yr bedroom.

                                                                                                     9 Editorial angels 
                                                                                                     toil over th cave metaphor
                                                                                                     in an abandond garden.

# posted by hardyf : 00:38