Confessions of Love
Saturday, November 28, 2015
SPLOOSH
I get a little extra mercy, a little more of a taste...
and I go mad.
The taste is there. I've got it.
Krishna... Krishna... Krishna... then sploosh...
it's only a memory
The present moment comes crashing in
and it's rough and unfriendly...
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