Pinyin, Honey

Red is an attractive, mysterious phenomenon.

pinyin, honey that's your hometime dress the colour you hang in your heart across the billows on your bed and on the pillow lies you. shepards flock to a burning sky at night, don't you know? bluesmen lick chords and Lakshmi accrues her own shrapnel to the sound and touch of your deep serous red, hun. and in case you're wondering, i know what supple heat you offer. baby, i'm stuck like Buridan's a*s; either velvet delphi offers its loom and i can't choose my love carefully. for now, i'll settle with rosy cheeks and salted piers.

Reviews

[Demetria.Ro$e.Hathaway]

grate poem i liked this one :)

[Happy Cereal]

So very tender and beautiful. Rosy cheeks and salty piers.... what an image!

[heido]

and i can't choose my love carefully.

^ I think that is the most honest, true statement I've ever come upon.