13 august 2013
by eileening
he grinds the pepper
while i bathe in the fennel perfume
that sweetens the skin of tomatoes, rosy red wombs-
Indigo Roses, with the sun baked in
In Delicate Rows, the pan they rest in
heat and time crinkle the skin
i grin
The State that I am In
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