Monday, February 14, 2011

Poem 45 of 365

V-Day

Sprinkled seasoning of a beating heart, over mustard mist of  a lovable kiss,
embraced loosely entangled in this art   I pollen the lips   I kiss with.

thunder storms of emotion strike down, over valleys of disdained individuality,
as I unravel my skin, I mimic many all the same, gluing back this lustful personality.

I run free cloth-less of spirit and mind, balancing earthquakes sexual desire
I cradle the hearts it took years to find, knowing they burn my love like fire.

such memorable imprints of the tools I love with,  pulling out hella'quick before
the chance of this love makes me sick,   feeling feeble, unable to trick such a gift 
 giggled over v-day semantics.

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