"pray thee, sir and his desire?"
speechless cruels of frost
sting to a sadistic whip
new, flushed coloured bloom
a fresh offshoot formed
quiet in its discipline
harsh lessons were learned
it swayed in the wind
patient for the gardener's touch
to its tender bud
tightly closed at night
memories of faster heartbeats
lull sombre slumbers
awoke inverted
st. andrew's at six pm
no pride or ego
prostrated before his feet
pleading for e`en rude kisses ~
especially for RR
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
31may09
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