Compass That Doesn't Point North
A place for poetry.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Ball
Black feet
Glistening breast
Playing ball on the floor
Shouting, laughing
It only takes two
Eyes lock
And the world spins
Laying upside down
Trying to remember
When pleasure last was felt
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