Monday, November 15, 2010

Pigeon Feather


A pigeon feather fell,
So I made a fickle wish while walking,
To brush you dark and nether. . .
I thought, are you ticklish while you are talking?
We whisper love. . . gasp and moan,
I brush your lips, tickle your throne.
Eros and Jove incite the divine. . .
Arrows of love, . . . make the world shine.

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