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[pariahcarey]

Dusky in gardens-and curious-we trade prayers for apostles. It is just for the body of it all. We part robes to examine the panels of them. Press slats to our ears and we listen. Tap them to hear if the heart taps us back. We stroke the taut veil of the throat. Unlatch the mouths and the pearl-onion eyes. Weigh genitals of paradise in cups of

Comments

[iamabeard]

we posted our poems 2 minutes apart!

[pariahcarey]

it's like we are having a e-reading. :) i hope the beatniks are snapping at us.

[pariahcarey]

thank you!! i've been loving all of your photography posts lately too.