l'une, Orange.
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an orange orb
waiting to be peeled ...
Storing your juicy tangerine secrets,
my fingers reach for you,
slice a segment with knife-like precision
and as I draw you to my thirsty lips,
your sacred radiance weaves through
the breaches of this bashful bantam hand.
.
R.Markham
2 comments:
I’ll not look at the moon the same again, the next time it decides to be orange.
Enjoyed…
;-)
thanks..
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