The meaning of life is to be aware.
The breath of life is to remember. -Self
Title: The Virgin (Poem) Posted: February 11, 2007 (03:09 PM)
The sandstorm furls your inner thigh,
beneath the flesh-giving navel,
the tart of the orange
on nude-smooth grains, squeezing
its juice on your Ivory
Coast. But the shoreline
is ebony, soaked in stains,
leaking the starch of hairy
sweat. So does the virgin
drench the aftertaste dry
with the gore of the swamp,
for the wonder of life.
User: pup Title: Posted: February 11, 2007 (10:17 PM)
That was absolutely painful.
I don't mean that in a bad way either. I was actually wincing while reading it.
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