Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

February 3, 2011


Filed under: Text — Tags: , — Lilac @ 7:52 pm

Three names whispered in the darkness, woven into an incantation by repetition. She tastes like coffee across my tongue. His face is freckled, smiling.

Do you have a condom…?

An incantation of names, while one wall away the world shatters.


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