a red
tomato splits
upon my lips, so red
the lipstick melts where wine cannot
wash it
Dedicated to Adelaide Crapsey
(9/9/1878 - 10/8/1914)
tomato splits
upon my lips, so red
the lipstick melts where wine cannot
wash it
Dedicated to Adelaide Crapsey
(9/9/1878 - 10/8/1914)
So musically suggestive. Adelaide would blush with delight.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Brian... It's nice to be back, isn't it. Even if it's just you and me. ;)
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