The Bowling Poets
Randella
I am a goddess
That's all you need to know
The Bowling Poets
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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