Monday, April 18, 2011

she could dance

this hot pepper
that i've bitten
into reminds me
of anger. jealousy,
bitterness. water
does little to
lesson the heat,
or douse the subtle
strange pain that
hops about in
my welcoming
mouth. as much as
i want to bite into
it, it's that much
more that i want to
spit it out, but oh,
how she could dance
the night away.

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