Oct 172006
She left her scent in my nostrils.
It lingered there like an erotic marker,
a cloned sister siren—insisting, beckoning
—enthralling me; not allowing me
for a sane moment to forget her.
October 17, 2006
She left her scent in my nostrils.
It lingered there like an erotic marker,
a cloned sister siren—insisting, beckoning
—enthralling me; not allowing me
for a sane moment to forget her.