Of Feeling
Succulent,mouthed in delicacy
where color bleeds deep
in the throat of longing.
Salutations
of the clearest kind
echo and ring
loudly--
twin tongues
enrapturing heaven.
Poetry by intothehaze
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Written on 2005-08-13 at 23:43
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