Saturday, August 8, 2009

Day 19: Our Garden

fresh cut grass smells like saturday afternoon sex
we slept in like the gardeners didnt know we existed
and planted time bomb kisses under skin
to be exploded
the smell of your breathe against my chest
sunrise
your touch
twilight kisses
like midnight serenades
pleasure harmonized
i wonder
will you sing with me tomorrow?


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