Saturday, May 26, 2012

R. Cairns Female Every Maybe

Excellent silk, page turner breast skin
let me in to sheets of everything
You cling to my ribs like a
honey bee sings my sizes be-
cause he knows me he
knows every

And I love you, through
all this hateful intimacy,
my blind hunger and your
rampant mistrust of
thing every

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