Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Fell in Love with a Poet Streetwalker

Her beauty was a soft pelt
The featherless peacock sings
"Get under me and watch, see me fly.
Feel my wings waft air down into you
cooling and lifting you.
If you want to live in my world
you'll never know a pillow"
The moon and peacock burned a hole in my pocket.

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