Friday, June 24, 2011

Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011

In The Wake Of

Tequila on our tongues, drunk with laughter,
our fumbling flesh finds its sleep at last
in the wake of salt-kissed lips parting,
leaving passion passed out between us.
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