Monday, 3 October 2011

Polaroid Crimes

I long to get lost in your dilated doe eyes, to be embraced by your limbs in these eternal nights, to caress your fragile spine in these Polaroid crimes.

To rescue you from this terrible grime. To be seduced by your silk enwrapped whisper. Oh how I long to dive deeper 

For your beauty is brighter than an Irish daisy and more tender than an English rose

My sweet snapshot lover amongst a week of tragedy

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