Stained
Fri, 11 May 2007 at 03:00pm
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The texture of your lips
leaves imprints
a branding of lowercase
lingering on my skin.
No longer can I see
the bruising, blushing detail
precious damage
you have dealt me.
My mind is stained
like wine and lady’s rogue
on the hem of a white satin dress.
My thoughts drained away
in one sip
beyond your smile
with a drop of me
clinging to your lip.
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2007-05-11
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100xiwillkill
2007-05-14
i absolutely love this piece. your work is amazing.<33