a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

September 04, 2002

Moon

      you've got a taste of her right at the tip of your tongue

wet your lips with it

Moon

                 thick honey-liked silver white and with milk

wet your mouth with it

Moon

         sparkle never-blinks using letters write secrets on your uvula

fill your throat with it

MOON

          lights your yawning dark

    opens yourself widerwide

let Her in

        fill your belly with

                                MILK.

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