Benseraglio2
Fri, 27 Aug 2004 09:40:29 -0700
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her breathing rises and falls
like cricket song
in the deep night
like the waves rolling in
at Cape May
you know the taste
on your tongue for hours
or days
after lots of raw onions?
it cloys
it's like that
can't get her outta my face
Ross Bender |