Glass

A Poem by Toumei

A discerning age of wine in his kiss

His tongue percolates her deepest pleasure

The evaporated heart condenses upon her skin

She wakes from the dream to find his scent

Still in the air

© 2008 Toumei

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Added on October 18, 2008

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Toumei

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I am, the unloved. The forsaken, forgotten. I am, the hopeful. The dreamer, stoic. I have been given no reason to want, to hope to love to forgive to aspire for And yet, I still remai.. more..