Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Purse.

What a word,
The purse.

Disturbed from it repositorial
Endowment,

Uncorrected
And flush.

Like lips--
Like lips!

To pursue to purse you.

My imagination is a dust ridden empty bag
But I purse at the sound of you,

Drenched by the succumbing music you impart,

The cloud lifts.

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