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currency and confessionals
Sheer scarves cover the
lamp beside the bed as
daylight slips through
the open French doors
igniting walls of burgundy.
Her hair fans out on pillows,
eggshell limbs are caught in loose binds.
She is the red of womanhood,
her breasts, alert gazelles.
Guileless eyes the shade of currency,
her mind becomes his confessional
and there is no sin grave enough.
lamp beside the bed as
daylight slips through
the open French doors
igniting walls of burgundy.
Her hair fans out on pillows,
eggshell limbs are caught in loose binds.
She is the red of womanhood,
her breasts, alert gazelles.
Guileless eyes the shade of currency,
her mind becomes his confessional
and there is no sin grave enough.
Published 21st Nov 2014
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