the glimmer of hope hiding in the reflection of earth’s regal eyes the last petal of a floret hangs heroic in cold wind the star that visits dipped in chocolate sings to me the lady, of perpetual strength To finish reading please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and please consider supporting this…
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Ripe Buds – An Ameri-Ku
Patterns moving on grandma’s quiltsun turning our youthful skin pink like ample florets, ripe buds open with a sigh in red claytender caresses melt the freckles on my cheeks, smelling lavender mixing with your desireyou trace I love you, on my firm thighs, I grow weak The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is a style of poetry created…
