You Make Love Like the Last Snow Leopard:
You make love like the last
snow leopard. Time hunts your shadows.
Your grooves dip a real x of an arc.
I love your shadow. It's performance on the wall.
Your white hair flocked. It's old age that makes
you kill for food. You bring a long blank to
bed in, the weight draws out.
You need someone with skill for the excursion.
Ride through the reservoir of sour peaches.
Your name meanders through the grass. Tall
people are in the way. I crowd surf to get to you.
You spill me into the flood. Water rushes out your sides.
You make a mystery of playing political love.
I could kill for you. I'd bring you an eagle stuffed
with finches. It's pouch growing large and groaning
in your palm. A cliff of umbrellas and memory
shaping your every move.
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Sorry for not updating. i just haven had enough time to right, sad isn't. but anyway, this one is by, Paige Taggart.
Oh and can you comment some things i should write about?
-miikeyc.
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