a storm rolls in
sending electricity through my skin
a moon slowly becomes full
and my hands feel empty
thoughts of you stinging my lips, my breasts, my hips
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La Bellota
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April 11, 2006 punctuation....
August 26, 2007 04:46 PM UTC
(Updated: August 27, 2007 02:46 PM UTC)
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a storm rolls in sending electricity through my skin a moon slowly becomes full and my hands feel empty thoughts of you stinging my lips, my breasts, my hips
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Comments: 16
See Robert Bly's collection of small poems (from different poets).
Very hot the final verse.
Gracias.
Shah