Voleuse de fleur

Jan 27, 2009 23:08


Flower thief

Your hands gently tremble

when you reach for me.

Your breath is rising

And your skin is moist.

A nervous flower thief.

Your fingers surround my core

and slowly you pick me from

my cocoon.

Gently you open my petals

and steal me away.

Mimi Elizabetha.

poetry

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lasisiipi January 28 2009, 16:06:50 UTC
Is it just me, or is there something... you know... in this poem?

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mimi_elizabetha January 28 2009, 19:43:21 UTC
Maybe.

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kattidya January 28 2009, 16:34:36 UTC
Kirjoititko tämän ihan itse? :o Sinulla on kyllä lahjoja!

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mimi_elizabetha January 28 2009, 19:43:33 UTC
Totta kai.

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