Wednesday, May 12, 2010

rail and ring

 Because her places were slope places her hidden places buttery eyes, flickering tendering the loose personage of her hips and thigh. And her pale breast and and her pale fingering of the moon lips and the pale hour o f the evening as it gowned the frailing hips of the hour and because her pale eyes 



and this and other words muttered into the phone as she wished he stayed where it was best on her breast and not the resentful hussies of clowns and their arresting 



and the pale secrets of her inside slopes not the lies of other teachers