The Bowling Poets

Randella


I am a goddess
That's all you need to know


  • The Bowling Poets

  • On leaving...

    On leaving....
    ....it pains me to see you go
           like this
        I'm doubled over
        the toilet
        throwing up all the
        sweet goodbyes
        you fed me
        like chocolates
    
    
    
    Dream pieces...
         
         iii
    
    i cannot remember when we
    stopped dancing and fell- silent
    to our pillows 
    sleeping curled up like kittens
    together
    like yin and yang
    harmonious
    breathing like a song
    
    
    
    
    The Woman in the Pale Yellow Dress
    
    Has a 
    Scent
    Ripe like fresh melon
    hips round with an earthy sway
    inhale her deeply
    Taste
    Honeydew
    devour the sweetness
    juices dripping from your chin
    


  • The Bowling Poets

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