Too tiny skirt, indeed.


Redshoes

this snowy december morning
your lipstick
- angels dust, no. 5
talked about
how things are

not okay.

[and it never is]

this compulsive behaviour causing
to little damage, we thought


and kissed to devilish beats
from the deadly hearts of
nymfomanic sirenes


but the fist from nowhere,

when silence wiped your mouth,

was remarkably blessed.











Poetry by theo
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Written on 2006-06-04 at 19:23

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