Thursday, November 12, 2009

Griming

Between her legs she is always smiling,
across her chest a constant cry for mercy.
Always double daring me and swearing in the name of forgotten gods.
Prevail means forgiveness; endurance falls short if you don’t forget on time.
Whispers could be deceiving; a violated “access granted” to your forest.
I will burn it all down!
"Sex, fire and religion"

I don’t dare to speak any further!

1 comment:

  1. Let's burn down those lovely bushes, my friend! Indeed, vertical toothless smiles are the best... if you're not just another old lady doing a handstand... ex-shugat!

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