I pause in my voluptuous-
ness. If I was a taste, I’d be
sweet, like syrupy
fruit juice, sticky and
just a tiny bit tart,
the colour of rhubarb
with gold like clear apple juice.
this is all your fault.
November ’05
the process of capturing moments
I pause in my voluptuous-
ness. If I was a taste, I’d be
sweet, like syrupy
fruit juice, sticky and
just a tiny bit tart,
the colour of rhubarb
with gold like clear apple juice.
this is all your fault.
November ’05
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