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Written by Jenese Morris
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Monday, 06 March 2006 |
A good woman is free to laugh at her naked heart.
Looking blind and childlike –
After trust pierce a hole in her young girl self
...almost.
She picks up some will from women in decay
Their steel always translucent, says
“let joy blaze ferociously and desire never slows…
man is like a boy without rhythm,
a prisoner awake at night…
You, a sail on the ocean,
warm sky over fire in belly.
Daughter of wild flowers
celebrate our sex.
You are feline after all.”
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