Friday, March 7, 2008

Cage #9 Comments

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Your panthers kiss in the dream of helium balloons:
Their lulling tongues drip the sweat of last night’s carcass:
And I can see you reaching up your forearms,
And the vase of your breast inside the loose shirt:
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Robert Rorabeck
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Robert Rorabeck

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