a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

April 29, 2003

I'm shelled in a snakeskin corona of copper smooth and I slink when I smile, when I weep and wink, when I touch it there, I only hiss when without kisses and wait with a bodylong wiggle to leak like warmest marshmallow, slinky smooth and oh so sweet.

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