Europrogocontestovision
Thursday, 21 May 2009
Sitting poem
When you sit there
your feet a foot apart
your naked knees kissing;
Your left hand cupping
your right shoulder
lips a basin profile;
when becomes nothing
the same instant tocks
over and over.
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