“Frustration”
Arms, legs.
Entangled in
Divine sexual fusion
And then you realize it’s a dream.
Wake up.
“Twirl”
Dance with
me. Wild with all
caution thrown to the wind
that propels the rain around us.
Just Dance.
“Experience”
Concrete
jungles scratch up
innocent knees when they meet
each other. Innocence lost to the
real life.
Copyright © 2011 Natasha Guy
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