You, a water

By a pond
I let the bushes with leafy wet lips
kiss me
and serve the most deep red hips

there are many here

by the garden table dressed in grey
in mist

barely visible
under the lock of hair
I see you
through the vase with glassy flowers




Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2005-12-09 at 18:46

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Esti D-G
Wonderful sensual poem. "leafy wet lips" mmm. "Glassy flowers" is the most original description . Well done loke!
luv esti
2005-12-09



One more highly enjoyable read from you. Thanks!
2005-12-09