Monday, 14 September 2015

Po-Co aposematism

Her waist, like Spivak's of words, weighs nothing yet makes heavy the beholder's head
Her breasts, like Bhaba's books, blind the Mind yet profess Uranian braille
Her receding sashay slays the hale yet revives what dies in bed
 Bhikku, thy agandhan venom at Buddhi's vanishing tail.

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