Sep 17, 2009

Butter

Yours are the eyes of sunsets burning,
Of timeless tides of butter churning,
Of flesh and voice - magnetic yearning,
Each inch of them I'm ever learning.
By Chad Zahara
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3 comments:

  2. I have many reasons. However, it is fun being vague, so I won't explain myself.

    I am being indulgent.

    I am not a good poet.

    Maybe I'll tell you someday.
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