Wet Tango - Poem by rifka rebeccah
Sing me a storm
Biting my lips
Driving my nipples to shore
Dance me a tango,
Like the lion caressing her cub
To inspire the Silence into view
So the rocky cliffs will learn my name
And intoduce my presence to the moon.
The sun has certainly made my acquaintance.
But the moon sits still ever patiently waiting
til I blow out all the candles on the birthday cake
and awake ageless In her catacombs
Signals my descent.
signals my descent.
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