Poetry: Fuelling
Posted on Jan 18th, 2008
by
Ariana
Fuelling
Rebecca Rehfeld
A capricious summer wind
squeezes zigs of rain
through the pumping screen
where two bodies, frescoed and
folded into the softest
of hiplocks
ride the long glide,
and burble monosyllabic
moans
-- the coffee waits

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