Jammed Nakedness
By: Julia L. Clark
Reflection of shame covers my face in depth of sadness.
My hair of free spirit speaks to shampoo and conditioner.
Listen to my wrist of expensive jewelry and fashion of priceless things.
Tiber River of silent bed sheets hide in shame of my body of beatific art.
Curves of waves make me slave in fire of embrace my suit of different birth.
Theatre of private performance steals our audience.
Jammed in my bed rails of nabob.
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Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-09 02:06:39
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