Joy Leftow's Poetry Blog
A view of life and artistry through my pen.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Dead Flowers
Dead Flowers
He carried me to the place of dead flowers
Where I spent my water for liquid gold
He tickled my clitoris with humming bird hands
I tasted curiosity; smell satiated me
Is that my worth, only dead flowers?
© Joy Leftow 1996
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