goosebumps. fine hair and sticking eyelashes.
"you've got it coming to you, Baby"
fine fingers between lips and tongues rolling
over the stretch of skin on vertebrae. time twists.
time takes its toll --
"come sit on me, Honey."
and I satisfy.
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THE OCEAN
Poetry'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
