200pm heat, the harbinger that induces a fear of Hell honey.
your voice met my ears with whip cream and this side of pregnant joy-released.
this heat ministered wickedness in several mobile exchanges.
with pliers pick apart gossamer days over warm rolls & laughter.
enlarged the fodder of my mouth-tongue to cheek harvesting of new words.
savoring the flavor of my seasons-assortments and newborn songs.
wore my arteries- chic being the carrier of my blood in style.
they were oracles, uttering gorgonian words-i wear them.
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