Tea on My Legby Joanne Marisa Leowfrom you; standing forever on the edge of this cliff with my heels to the abyss. You are watching me with such great care that I am almost frightened. But not quite because all I want is your voice, the light and dark of your voice, the quick and slow of your hands the blue and brown of your eyes and the sweet and bitter taste of your mouth. |
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