Two Consecutive Nights
out of the hairs of Dali
aunts march over skin
bleeding tears
out of the seas of Whistler
waves wash over skin
kissing tears
the lights are dimmed
~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell
written outside the morning of 5/23/2010
I am enslaved in under three days of the sun circling my beaten bosom affection slapped me across my pretty face unexpectedly I have ...
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