Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Dairy Farm

Milk

swirls blithely in the glass,
distributing itself, circular,
legs crawl itself down.

the thickness soothes somehow,
drowsy decision.
sweet in it's simplicity,
from the far pastures,
your breast,
your body.
it insinuates,
pushing it's texture.
erotic spill.
drink,
till they come home.

1 Comments:

At 2:12 AM, Blogger Teleute said...

magnificent.

 

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