Seconds
Losing
grip of love affair, I hold thin folds of time like tongues of cookie layers on
the shores of white sand and white sugar in the tub. Draping darkness lulls I to sleep, tired I,
rolling side to side like benign beatings on low shores. Timepiece of earth, one heart of day and
night, up radiant sky, the yin and yang, cloud cookie smiles and crossing slice
of brilliant sun rays grip our sweat of
rain in secs.
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11.30.12
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