Busted Sequins

Busted sequins
Bet you must’ve never thought
THAT was coming your way?
A hunch..
pickled onions..
…was the only of nine brothers
who would persuade you to stay.
A tower of time
And gently
You were mine
And can caress I.

This entry was written by laurei, posted on December 18, 2009 at 9:31 am, filed under Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

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