Saturday, June 25, 2005

Voluptuous
Granite peaks,
Mammary mountains,
Skywardly inpendulous,
That succor me both near and far,
Scrubbed by cloud and passing shower,
Your shadowed crags and ridges mark the hour.
When my final grain of time comes and passes
Place me in a valley beneath your cleavage.



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