the glass
rests on varnished wood best reflections on a bar spinning as slowly as i can spin it watching in its little panes hot stories pressing near and those treasured legs twining down inside the rim little rivulets of burning sweetness that curl around my ears and down my happy lids to up my smile i raise you to the tiniest events and call for an encore in hopes of reaching another reckless taste Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 03:09 PM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV 0 • 10
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