indian pale ale
ivory she sells
my mind
burying everything in a slow way
warm red clay
working into every groove of your body
mine
child of the caste
untouchable from this god or that
one
she whispers to me
with rings dangling from everywhere
turquoise drops from
chestnuts
this is for this
& that
is for that
& i
believed her with every touch
20 July 2009
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