Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Tros Hynt

the venerable tribes knew
her waters, primal born
from dragon stills,
as trespasser

feminine of form and mind
voluminous in her passage
long fashioned through lime
though never content to lie
alone her teary kisses shared
over way beyond her realm
with every ridden ford
puckered at her rim

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