The Cunning Linguist: Poetry in Short Verses


I.
Let me kiss
The drizzle from your crevices
Those nether parts that forbids longings
And savor the saps and juices
Of desire that quench
The unknowns fathom of life
Urges within quintessence
For I am heat,
I am wind,
I am mist. Continue reading The Cunning Linguist: Poetry in Short Verses

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