Apples In Our Wicked Blush~A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleIf I cut you just right will you touch me through the wound of your childhood; you know, the mandrake we found under the holly tree in a fairy tale ago is still rooted in your vertebrae eating the colors from each chakra with each year and I slip my flowers and strip from my bark wondering if skin is all you need pouring white milk from my bones tracing every bruise in white finger paints tipped a soft strike my lips in mulberry stains working the mandrake pulling fairy tales between my cheeks to pour to fill my honeycomb soul with your beautiful pain your arch into the wild underlands of sacred sex text in tattoo peeling from my palms henna soil, filling your ribs and I laugh “Oh Adam, ain’t this a b***h.” and he lol’s texting god breaking him from the equation through a text message we laugh apples in our wicked blush © 2011 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleFeatured Review
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15 Reviews Added on June 20, 2011 Last Updated on June 20, 2011 AuthorNoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleAsIf, Trippy Cottontail, JapanAboutVictoriaSelene Skye Deme Author of. . . . ~CrowWoman & MudGirl~ ~Eve's Rib~Jezebel's Hips~ ~The Raspberry Girl~ ~Girls With red Hair On Cherry Cadillacs With Bushido Swords~ ~From The Gutte.. more..Writing
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