Untitled I

You came slithering from a patch of peacock feathers and yellow poppies.
Purring your intent
Whispering your white words, the taste of danger sharp in my mouth.
My inhabitions sprouted wings and fluttered away before my eyes.
Leaving me alone with my newly-born self
And alone with you. . .

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All writing contained in this website 1998-2005 by Betty A. Parker