Friday, March 8, 2013

BECAUSE. . .




BECAUSE. . .

because

there’s too much

left

to do

still. . .


even Ireland

to leave


again.


brandied beyond


the cognac blond nape

of necks,

soft nuzzled,

is about all

one

can’t really have.


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