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sorry about that

Posted to Action Poetry

here it is

como la flor
the wildest of adversity
like whispers in my ear
that trickle in the mist
around my ankles
sittin with you
indian styles
with legs crossed
on the coffee table
i know you are on
to paint me on
the night the stars
stream'd out into blacklight
and highlighted the moment

to delia, la flor por mi