Talk of the AgesA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceFingers led down your back nails biting into your skin as your masochism arises with your pheromones a sweet delight amidst the incense, the candles ember bleeding, waxing poetic upon your skin as you begin to shake before my words releasing that tension we felt building amidst galleries, wine, calamari and the talk of the ages.
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Added on July 22, 2008AuthorSiddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
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