Luna & Gaelle
Oye, musing without textonomies.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
no big deal
your nonchalance
made me bleed a whole month
when was the last time your penis
exposed such vulnerability?
with each drop of masculinity
my gender's defined by your absence
of pain
but it is no big deal, eh?
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Luna & Gaelle
New York, New York, United States
Wine turns me over, but a text makes love.
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Poetry is words making love to each other.
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