black bubbles rose from broken lips
opened my mouth
let in purple liquid gold
sear my throat
come inside
swam in dark chasms
relishing the womb
overhead boat with chain
creaked back - forth
one way fare
except for me
liquid's dark tendrils
caressed
softly
wooed with luscious
bitter-sweetness
overhead boat with chain
creaked back-forth
back-forth
dove deeper
deeper
you held my heel
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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